donderdag 29 december 2011


Mother it’s hard to glue all the parts together

cause they’ve never been

I know coal can be forced into a diamond

but that isn’t me


I’ve coughed up needles

Been in a whirlpool spin

The soul’s been estranged

All feels so faint


No signs to show me the way

Are the roads were wobbly

made of wet clay


Angels were demons

Demons angels

All the ripples spread outwards

Then inwards again

The sullen boy found

the glue to mend himself back together again

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