środa, 25 stycznia 2012

dry bone valley



head down running from the beast
break neck speed taking all my breath
black feet scraped and scarred and dripping blood
rain come down take me with your flood


feel your breathe on the back of my neck


where have i come to be
is this all that's left for me?

bulls roar loud
snakes move past my feet
no teeth no hands set me free
bones start rattling round inside my head
i
don't
know

if
im

alive
or
dead


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