Saviour of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak, Friend of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ... Ah, but it is the only way you know ..... Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no living You crush life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips of death Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they steal your eye from its socket ... and the ball hangs fallen on your cheek.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 17:37:38 +0000
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