My mind is slow to fade
For the last bottle of wine
And all the facts that I hate
Start to form a line
An endless line - a circle
Around my throat, like a rope
I share the fate of a turtle
On his back all alone - no hope
Some distand light still shines
But it has newer been for me
So I turn away from the smiles
I'm not blind, I just don't see...
01.11.2004 |