Wednesday, 20 February 2013





I just feel so totally and

utterly helpless 

I just want

to go where its

really sharp where 

you sawed through me 

like an illusionist ... that was 

something else ... I can't seem to 

get back there ... getting lost in the 

blizzard on the way ... they murdered

my soul on the way up your mountain ... 

and now I rattle round it like a ghost dancing

with the mist has no head and the wind cries Mary 







© Lizarikk


10am, 20.02.13.  misc draft




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