zondag 18 januari 2009

DOUBT IS WAITING JUST AROUND THE CORNER

Can’t cut it loose
It’s always here with me
Always feeling marginal
Can’t abounded it in the deep forest
It always follows me back home
Can’t trap it inside a cage
It always jumps into me when I’m alone
I fought it till my fists bled
My pores poured red
Anguished
Tormented
Desolate and alone
It always follows me back home
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