we had silence…

15 10 2009

and this song.

and i do believe you held a razor under your tounge..

because you never wanted to smile when they were around.

you are not a night in shining armor..

you are a vigilante, missionary assasin in crime.

i would wish for nothing more..

killing down the years until the nest empties,

the skin lets loose,

and the dementia sets in.

smelling of gin and no regret.

dancing along the coast,

smiling unto the end of these worry soaked years.

letting the fuckers steal sandwiches,’

building empires out of nothing.

taking swings at projections.

sleeping till noon,

and tearing it all down.




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