Who'd have thunk it?
Dying has its rough edge
no escaping now
The warden has his eye on me
his bad eye
I'm doing hard time now
In solitary
locked down
I'm not the first nor the last
I'm just telling you how it is
I sit in my own shadow now
the face of the people grows dim
The old songs still play
hand on my chin
I dream of nothing
while my lost childhood
leaps like a dolphin
in the frozen sea
Monday, 30 July 2007
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