Author: No One
•luni, mai 20, 2013
Fighting crazy with bare hands. Knuckes all bruised, cuts and scars. Who says this is the way to go? Dancing wiith our feet on the ground. Leavin' the bar behind. Blaze and glory.

You swore to tell me a story. For goodnight. God awful light, flicking and blinking. Corner of 5th and back. Under the lamp post.

Believing, but turning away. Stumbling on the empty street. Intoxicated, inebriated, up the pole. "What?", while looking up. Ohh, must be some strange usage of words.

Maybe, tomorrow, when I'll wake up the world will be different. Maybe the hangover will be the end of that. Or the begining, I don't know.

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