sábado, 17 de agosto de 2013

Growing Sick

I need a little sex, a little poetry.
I need your arms around me,
I need your time to find me,
I need so much to die for.

The beast screamed at me,
The eyes were mine,
Ravaged skin.
Get in the line
For the night wants to begin.

A midnight train howling,
The passengers were afraid to die,
They bled their hearts out,
What’s gonna happen?!
I don’t know,
I don’t wanna make part of it.

The story continued to unravel,
All the men and women
Fucked until morning.
Their bodies sweating,
Their cocks and cunts falling
Into the eternal dreams.

And words were written,
People were gone
To a sickening place.

But truth was never really told,
We were very ashamed
When we saw ourselves growing old.


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