Desperate now I cry

Reasons are twisted

I know now not why?

A humble cave is all I seek

Why no neighbours

Are there to peek

At my world fragmented

In parcels

Waiting to unravel

In seas of disaster again

My friend

My only host

The one at parties I boast

A toast

To me the dyeing scum

Raise a glass now

And make me more numb


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Thomas Pelto on September 28, 2011 at 9:01 pm

    Cheers indeed! I get the numbing thing too…


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