Thursday, 27 October 2011


to a life so sunk it's not worthy to breathe
so the ship sails on to its perfect defeat
drink a bottle of captains 'til you wash up on shore

now wake up
i'll seek you out
flay you alive
one more word & you won't survive
i see right through you any hour
so nothings learned, no triumphant return

i pray you feel what i feel 

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