Friday, November 20, 2009

Of Canines And Canals

Buried in the concrete,
Smothering the air,
Waves of naseau, shame and guilt,
I can't get out of here.

Trapped among friends
And deep behind smiles
There is nothing but neglect and ruin.
Please give yourself the time.

Those years will be the end of some and I won't be dragged down,
By a life I loved, a life I chose.
Now I can see you drown

Buy your fucking ticket,
One more turn for the styles.




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