Saturday, February 25, 2006

Wir sind Helden


Burning from the inside.
Running without aim. Through the razor weeds. That only reach my knees. And when I'm lying in the grey sleep I don't know how to walk the boards. I open my eyes, and look at the floor. And now I don't see you anymore. There is no choice, we make the point. To counteract a threatening hand. Close my hold. As we near the atmosphere.

2 Comments:

Blogger Marco said...

A dotto', ma che tte sei rincojonito????

1:48 AM UTC  
Blogger Doc said...

eh oh.

7:46 AM UTC  

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