Worked out, dust in my face
Purity, all but thinner grace
Crumblin' down, pushin' forward
Not looking back, fallout backward
From seizing days to breakin' through
Like all or nothing, insanity's up to
Fold myself, fall into pieces; done
When the edges of nowhere tent to run
What worlds just crawlin' up behind
Facing pasts, my eyes are blind
A refugee from heaven, outdone
With nowhere left to hide but Sun
When nothin's here but faithless sound
I'm just alive, 'cause you're around
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Dan Graupner.
Published on e-Stories.org on 08.08.2007.
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