i'm held in a thin frame
with too much decoration
but i only look below
when i know nobody's looking
lying in the grass
where i caught the final notion
of life and love and death
and their tightly spun relations
so i'd better get on home
because my feet are killing
summoning the hurt
pain piercing illusion
i shimmer at the points
and i can smell the changes
i'll release the fatal poison
yeah, i'm breathing in the ocean
Monday, October 15, 2007
hollow cast your shadow

