Sunday, December 4, 2011


Don't wake me anymore.
turn around, get out of the light.
the dimes go by and wine spills on the floor
groves in my palm are scratching old wounds
crows watch legs pass by, black and blue

Pig living inside a self absorbed fantasy
devouring everything in sight
The hungry roll pig over for more
squealing in pain why so fat now?

mother of all eternity break the silence
show me the light of knowledge.
While moving through a motion in a field of nothing
The fear of leaving has left me outside.

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