That Somebody
Somebody will find you Sitting by the window, Pen at hand, Writing your secrets; Tears in...
Somebody will find you Sitting by the window, Pen at hand, Writing your secrets; Tears in...
Not for your Houdini in plastic pyramids, Or your saving graces, grinning sir Damaso, Or your...
Empty face Happy crowd Smile politely Walk away Sit in a corner A lovely party Stare...
So what would I be if not for them? Clueless, void of what I am now...
My eyes can only look so far Maybe not enough to see through your heads But...
What must he be thinking, alone and chained Bloodshot eyes gazing beyond the steel bars Of...
Nothing to say but contempt for society The boy sits alone in his dim-lit study Citing...
Crawling to the depths of passions, Worming their way from the surface, Their hypocrisy never fails...