Doing Time
By kctce
My tragic friend have you traveled long? Have you walked the future near and far? Are you tired of day, are you tired of night, is finding rest a tragic fight? My lonely companion are you all alone? No one to walk with to some distant home? Are your feet bleeding, is your head a mess, full with thoughts of craziness? My savior of pain, are those tears I see? As I look in the mirror staring back at me, a hollow face, a tortured mind, a victim of love just doing time. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 02:20 PM PST 0 • 10
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"My tragic friend have you traveled long?..."