Im a dead man
stand close enough,
and you too will be burned.
spare me the looks,
short talk, and advice.
circle after circle.
night after night.
go to bed ashamed
wake up destroyed.
its never to cold out side
to be missing out on living.
I say and do these things,
because they are what goes on
inside my head
all
day
long.
i will never rest.
nodding out in public
to my songs of torture.
i always knew i'd die in my hometown.
2/13/07
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