"Watch the matches. Turn to ashes.
I could tell as you turned.
I smelled the sulfur so clear.
And fire's a beautiful sound"
i am not so good at what I do.
i am not so good.
i am again to be the kid with the chemicals. ("I think he said to meet him here but I'm not sure")
i carry death on my back with my own world between my ears.
who will keep me company?
who will keep me . . .
No comments:
Post a Comment