Friday, 3 July 2009

touch me once more.

Its easy for you to say it hasnt gone wrong as you sit on your throne,
while i chew on old bones,
im so dry, im soo old.
so the ringin in my ears is gettin louder,
and the bed grows more uncomfertable,
im drinkin from a empty glass of water
which i supose is good as it doesnt matter if it spills.
i havent got the biggest volcably,
so it means i have have less words to say so much.
but words dont matter really as all i want is your touch.

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