Vibrating on songs of despair
A squeezed out adorable myth died
Trembling on nauseous forebodings
An aged out dilemma flutters to fly
Ramble on
Cos your return has faded into the past
So Ramble on
Squeaking on bedroom tales
A barbed perversion tries to write
Jumping on tired rides
A lifeless lie swims to survive
Ramble on
Cos your future has been marked by the start
So Ramble on
Friday, November 4, 2011
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