Via the Percy Trout hour.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Play Dead
Play Dead
Darling stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embraces
Don't you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here where
No-one cares and no-one loves
No light no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurting stops
It's sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Caress every ache
I play dead,
It stops the hurting
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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