would someone put out the lights
blot out the sun, make it dark
blinding lights, blinding me
tripping on my thoughts that i can't see
They said they would come and
take me from here
no one has come now
i lie in fear that they will
take me, take me far away
there here sometime or never
beggars they say cant be choosers
a place where life is delivered
(Excerpt - Book of D)
blot out the sun, make it dark
blinding lights, blinding me
tripping on my thoughts that i can't see
They said they would come and
take me from here
no one has come now
i lie in fear that they will
take me, take me far away
there here sometime or never
beggars they say cant be choosers
a place where life is delivered
(Excerpt - Book of D)
posted by D at 05:08
1 Comments:
voila! some piece finally,i liked the way you made a very intangible experience so palpable "tripping on my thoughts"
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