my last punk, asshole
the things you say
now
are the things I erase
now
you slam the door
now
and leave me to pace
back and forth
back
now
(no where to hide)
you will be back
(pace,pace,pace)
now
back
for another round
you twist my arm
push me down
until I can taste your footprints on the ground
until my scream is sewed back to the sound
of the flapping of my wings
set in the right position
beware now
I`ve still got ammunition
my death
now
your demolition
Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-04-25 at 23:19
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