Time (Some sort of beast)

by Ian Robert   Sep 10, 2004


Skull spread open over the salty pavement,
Broken bones scatter the streets,
My body utterly destroyed,
Revenge my soul seeks,
Walking into every home,
Children, Priests, Parents, This time no one survives,
Now there's no way to right my wrongs,
Cant look back, Run into the wind,
Paranoia, Sleep is like a poison running through my mind,
Stinging every last nerve until I wake,
I'm not like you, Pure selfish beast.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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