the ink is running
toward the page,
it`s chasing off the days ;
look back at both feet and that winding knee,
i missed yuur skin when yuu were east;
yuu clicked yuur heels and wished for me
«3 .
one bright
day
in the middle of the night,
two dead boys
got up to fight.
back to back
they faced each other,
they took out their guns
and stabbed each other.
if you think this lie ain't true,
ask the blind man.... hesawitto.