Just Play The Game
with wings like daggers, flying through the dusty air that seems to
clog my throat : I've no
appetite for the chase and yet I can hear so many words echo through the age-old firmament tonight.
Please don't leave me on my own because I will not escape)
of worn-out, foreign phrases reach my hesitant ears as I clamber over
thoughts and emotions
in a frenzied attempt to escape what is behind me: try to make a barricade out of hate and anger but I
don't feel as strong as usual, all I can muster is fear and exhaustion, there's something coming.)
Say A Word
You'll Go Under.