Abstract
Mar 12, 2008 - 04:19 AM PST
She is the enemy
Part of my own anarchy
Slowly pulling me down
Into the dark damp ground
Nothing but the sweetest sound
Listening to the quiet ground
Quiet fading fast
Time to leave at last
Hours long;minutes slow
Everywhere but here to go
Dank dead corpse
This can't be the source
Sweet little nothing love
Nowhere to go above
The following is gone
Now I am done