calling oblivion

calling oblivion
she knows the answer
her black velvet arms
are made of endless night
calling oblivion
bullets are faster
i’d rather sit in a tub
and take the last of my time
this poor world tries to drag us down
we see them coming, eyes all pale
like the inuets, the good are mowed down
but its me who controls my fate
where is the love story anyway
a hero for this nick of time
desprate please of sedated rage
i take only the spirit i call mine

december 15 1991

it must be a bitch hating adults
then growing up to be one

calling oblivion

JOSEPHCLIPPER

Joined January 2010

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