Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
The Room Protected by Nothing
4.12.04
I’m so lazy but it doesn’t really get to me
With the bloodied hands and the birds flying by
This empty window frosts even during the summer
Leaving the room—protected by nothing—frozen inside
These crumbs are the only evidence you’ll ever need
To condemn the innocent to a lifetime of slaughter
Just like those sheep you captured
And harvested in my room
Where the October rains fell like emptiness
It made me laugh
So why were you crying?
Haha, I didn’t use to be funny
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]