im a dragon spitting sorrow a broken cloud i hold no water a pitted lock no key can follow a screw in wood broke off too hollow a languished term no heart can mend a pitied fool no friend in end heartied meal a empty bowl a savior seen but found no soul a curse of wreckage on rocky shores in a crouded room i am the bore i am the race of wound dogs a homeless man who sleeps on logs a pressure hot and rising a storm with no surprising when echoes ring around the core im the shadow behind the lore
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 01:25:36 +0000
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