Is it cloudy or has the sun died?
Either way the darkness fills my wretched eyes.
So what if the sun had died? Big surprise.
It's just like everything else in life
It had its time
Now... decline
Until it's gone
Is there a constant?
I grab the railing, but it's not screwed in.
It just falls off the wall and comes with
And I'm falling.
It's like a drunken stumble
You're never balanced, never comfortable
Always trying to remain somewhere stable
And you always fail
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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