8/01/08

I walk the cities and i see nothing but harlots

I drown in the sea and i feel nothing but air…
How the hell am I supposed to love when you don’t even care?

I sell all my papers and get nothing but flak

I count all my memories, they don’t mean jack
How in the hell am I supposed to live, knowing that?

Sweet Jesus do come to me, come down and count my blessings for me,

I’m too blind to see my own fingers, taste the fruit upon them,
May God lead blind old me.

Take me away, away,
To somewhere where I am free from dismay

And wallow in self pity, doing my best self-decay

In you I trust, jt

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