E.A Rumfield
12-05-2012, 08:52 PM
I stay in more and more
curse the light of day
the cold breeze through you hair
your warm mouth open like a gift
curse the shining stars
curse the name of God
the waves crashing against the rocks
I've made my bed
but who said I have to sleep?
Instead I pace.
curse the light of day
the cold breeze through you hair
your warm mouth open like a gift
curse the shining stars
curse the name of God
the waves crashing against the rocks
I've made my bed
but who said I have to sleep?
Instead I pace.