Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Static
4.12.04
Digging my feet into the carpet
Like the green soil of an earth overworked and dry
See, the dry well in my backyard
You tried to draw water from it, but the stream is barren
The electricity runs through the earth’s surface
Like the static multiplying between the human’s frowns
And I’ll take a gun to your head
Before I’ll admit that I was loved
Ever, once- liar
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]