Mortal Touch

by SolelyGuitar   Oct 14, 2006


Some times it's numb to mortal touch,
Our Feeble life balancing on a crutch,
We sin so much we become his lunch,
The faint Velvet wrapped around our fingers,
It's in our hands, a troubled mind on the trigger,
Don't worry,
Don't shoot,
Just let it linger.

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