Running in the Dark
And liking it.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Release
My own thoughts are my worst enemy,
We're not switches but we ought to be,
Can't see through the haze around me,
Into the wall is where I keep running,
Please give me the sweet, sweet release
In a pill, a bullet or a glass, make it two...
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