investigating the inner workings of a self-loathing mind.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Like a blanket that always leaves
your feet cold
You push it stretch it, it will
never be enough
You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover
any of us
From the moment we enter crying to
moment we leave dying
It'll just cover your face as you wail
and cry and scream.
dead poets society
Share to Twitter
Share to Facebook
Share to Pinterest