Screams After Midnight
In between slices of pain,
there are the scars we want
the scars we carry
the scars we pay for.....
I never ask the time.I just count the screams after midnight.
Trees always seem to fall when a trail
is followed on elbows and knees
There just isn't enough candles
to go around
for the man
who stays drunk forever
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