Can’t hold up this world alone, can’t tear down this world alone,
never find a fucking home, this my skin is what I own.
broken glass and broken legs have no cup with which to beg shelter from the caustic rain,
sidewalk sleepers gutter lain
and what matters now is not myself it’s something else
it’s to hold the candle still
fail to obey, make them pay, one more day.

3 months ago on February 17, 2012 at 10:53am
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