Thursday, August 03, 2006
Should I still go on?
Should you follow on?
Should we play on?
Joke of the year,
Oh damn, I wanna hear.
Heart that tells me so,
Many things tells me no.
Could I still?
Could I spare?
You almost made me feel it again,
Feeling like I'm high on cocaine.
Watch! Not my cup of tea.
Loof! I wanna flee.
Caught down with the iron ball,
Still...Nightwatchers I didn't call.
Your presence still linger,
Screeming to yield.
Tales of longevity,
Legends of dexterity.
Hopes forlorn.
Ring the war horns.
3rd August. 5.23pm