That brain is ticking
burning out every second of that life
sickening to think about what to do in even the the next couple seconds
Damn the angels that thought they could save you
when to dream is your only desire, for days and nights
Cold and warm, day and night, months and years.
2 comments:
Rick you and I need to have another poetry battle...good times. Hope you are well.
write something new!
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