viernes, 27 de febrero de 2009

Loop


Sometimes I tried,

Once a day I get tired,

Sometimes endless ungratifying jobs,

Other times the smears of banged-up fucks,

"Brothers-in-arms" some may say,

"Dull people" I might add,

There's no fun, no curves, no nothing

Only blurry images of oblivion,

Only seas of despair,

Choking on waterless oceans,

Gasping for an air that's not there,

Help me, please

I want to overcome it, but I can't,

Fly like a dove,

Walk, run or throttle,

It won't matter... it always catches on...

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