I saw a junky on the street,
With pain and loneliness on his veins,
Rotten flesh, screaming tears of memories,
Lips with deep wounds of unspoken words,
Trapped inside swelled screams,
And tears…
Only tears of blood running through his veins…
"there's no junky out there that i don't envy"
(Down - Learn From This Mistake)
Posted by almahperditae at dezembro 1, 2003 04:52 PM
