ramble

walk down these restless streets
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move left
breathe
it’s like they tax you to breathe
fixate on her eyes
(even for a minute)
smile, now wave your good-byes
this aimless train ride through the tunnels of tide
swallow saliva and cyanide
imagine the death and the funeral
wake up smell the rum
never mind- its a bum

in the morning you think about the brink
this edge of no-tomorrow
heads full of sorrow

but they’re all ghosts
every single one
and the past can’t be changed
slowly becoming insane
life’s a joke
but a normal man wouldn’t understand
our sands almost run out
waves been flooding this city
bare with me

but this evening I’ve been gone

ramble

blarbdenarp

Joined September 2011

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