Single file kings with scars older than me
Their glassy eyes on me make my nerves rattle
The bar is full of pity tonight,
and I simply was not invited.
I know that I am not welcome here,
but that is a feeling I am all too familiar with
We are all breathing the same black cloud
we all hang our heads,
because life rotted away our minds,
and our bodies
We all beg for mercy,
and we all beg for more.
I settle for less,
I ll never be king.
2/23/07
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