The Fare

by Genna   May 17, 2006


Your blood,
like red wax it drips
staining my white t-shirt
matching my lips

your eyes are glazed
like an old china doll
so innocent and young
your life i stole..

a bird squawks in the distance
the flutter of wings
wakes me from my daze
a mobile rings

the sun is rising
the people will come
someone will help me,
help me fix what Ive done

i didn't think it was you,
i thought you were one of the others
i was wrong there
you were one of my brothers

the gang abandoned me
you told me to beware
i hadn't listened
i didn't realize your life was the fare

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