|The Dying Thoughts of Crazy Norman the Nomad
Author: underoath300 PM
open to interpetationRated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Drama - Words: 110 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-18-06 - id: 2213807
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Mud puddle, close huddle
He can't see a thing…
The rain's so thick
It falls in sheets
And the cold cuts through his helmet and bravery.
Focused on the game
The passion in flames
Shown through his eyes but not a one knows his name.
"66" the number called
"66, cut right, I'll send you the ball."
A number on the team,
A name on a sheet
A drunk at the parties
A criminal when caught.
An identity lost, something that can't be bought.
So lay your head to sleep
And know the consequences will be deep
So come what may
And slaughter us like sheep.