Moods


Nerves in the gutter
Sounds calling for tears
Foul taste on my tongue
Tired of me, nothing

Tired, dummy drop dead
All said are sneers
Abrick in that screen
Around the chest a ring

My body, my head
Stride, strive for nowhere

A brick in that screen
Did you hear that ring ?



Jan
26/01/01



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