Constant

by Seth   Jan 25, 2005


This thing is a constant,
it never swaggers,
as if stabbed in the heart,
by knives and daggers.

It'll never stop,
won't it please change,
won't you help me,
before I'm deranged.

This thing is a constant,
it never does miss,
it's always, hit, hit, hit,
why is it this?

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