Tuesday, August 30, 2011

So Close

I wander alone
I often do
I wander where
I often go

I see a door
It is closed
I see a mirror
Its closed too.

Im looking for a place
To rest my head
I look too far
and find the dead

I hear voices
From all around
I hear them call
From Underground

I see the Sky
Its tinged with red
I see this note
and remember what you said

I am sick
as i sit
They are doomed
there fuse is lit.

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