Open up the map
where to now?
A quiet town with a pretty name
a city with many little side streets to hide in.
With me is my bag
my trusty battered sack
so full of tricks people have played on me over the years
a blood stain here and there.
Look at my hands
covered in so many scares
once they held other hands that loved them
but now there is no one here to hold on to.
The sea it calls
some people like an open grave
it's way out there
where no one can hear.
Very late every night
the wind tears and roars outside
someting cruel and hurt deep inside of me
wants to open the door.
Created: Jun 03, 2012andrewhip Document Media