bone-tossed feared-death
By St Alcohol
I dead man to an eagle's touch i'm feeling and i'm flying and the ground old mr. ground, has gone away has dissapeared and fear shakes me, while anxiety slaps me around and i go six more rounds with a-fear-of-death --------------- II oh angel oh angel warmth love, no tears no "see you in a month" wanton and need i plead with time for good behavior good behavior... vs time ------------------ III paitently i await an execution crooked back old man, dead these long years stood up, too sick to stand but shot anyways they give me a bull and a red flag, smirking, i tie it across my chest come the morning, come the dawn ------------------- IV hello dear odin old one-eye bastard medic mystic and wise wizard old fate, old fate chain that dog down ------------------- V one more to the ending one more end one less begining one end, one end one of others, pure chance putrid ------------------- VI all else is fate all we wanton desire and i say, "fuckitall" inside, one-man funeral a stormy day on my paradise island i keep scribe'ing the sand, the waves, he keep washing my words away Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 12:58 PM PST 0 • 1
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