down, down, sinking down, sinking, slipping, losing ground, where was it then, what is it now, does it matter anyway, a sea of green, lifestylist guilt, today's thieves all wear suits, cargo pants, a ragged shirt, and scuffed up dirty boots, the uniform of wasted youth, wasted time, well spent, trudging through the dark peat bog, shattered, ripped and rent, left to rot, forever more, and wander through myself, left alone, without a home, chained to a barbed wire fence, the crows are picking at my bones, and tearing at my flesh, powerless to stop them, i merely bow my head, and wait, and pray, that every day, i, may wake up dead....Birth sign: Leo
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