It's time I die
Shoot me or slay me
Or hang me up high
Stone me and bleed me
Please kill me, it’s time I die.
I have been to places
from east to west
I have heard you all enough
fake laughter and jest
’Was taught to fear and pray
All throughout a day
’Was taught to have faith in you
You washed faith away
Wouldn’t mind being murdered
butchered or beheaded
Li...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:35 pm
A Dream
Wind in my hair, Dust on my face
I don’t care
Sitting on a shore, No pain anymore
It’s fucking rare.
And I see her at a distance
Dancing on the tunes of the rain
And I smell love everywhere.
I feel so overgrown, I look so fat and old
Does she care!
She comes on leaning, breathes out whispering
We’d make a pair!
And I find her in my arms, I feel her s...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:34 pm
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