munkinhead
09-14-2010, 12:32 PM
There on the brink, a ragged man,
a man of straw, moved by the wind.
A mushroom in an oceanscape,
an unstuck soul, without a friend.
The spectre flees, to come again,
some other soul beneath chaffed skin.
a man of straw, moved by the wind.
A mushroom in an oceanscape,
an unstuck soul, without a friend.
The spectre flees, to come again,
some other soul beneath chaffed skin.