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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, 2012


andrewhip Document Media