Saturday, February 24, 2007

Forced to Grow

Scars where light burns your dark adapted flesh
Holes in the night
Grim times when love was a myth to you
Too dead to fight
Great hoops of the truth omitted
Left in the dust
A great machine to get things moving
And you're the rust
Grow! old man, grow into livelihood
Growing pains
Forced out of the dark with a tombstone
Into flowing rains
A hole punched in your soul and your pride is bruised
Now you're lost
Left alone in a loft on a window pane
Kiss the frost

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