sometimes in my journey to find home, i get lost...

here is a song
from the wrong side of town
where i'm bound
to the ground
by the lonliest sound
that pounds from within
and is pinning me down

here is a page
from the emptiest stage
a cage or the heaviest cross ever made
a guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

the heat and the sickliest
sweet smelling sheets
that cling to the backs of my knees
and my feet
i'm drowning in time
to a desperate beat

god send the only true friend
i call mine
pretend that i'll made amends
the next time
befriend the glorious end of the line

-martin l. gore


Currently listening to: Fairlight Children