By Don / Date: July 13th, 2013
I do not insist on what has happened To tell me who I am And what is left? Beyond the blinkers I know that pain Is where reality And image Collide When I trust What am I trusting?
By Don / Date: July 8th, 2013
What the fuck are you? You sodding shape-shifter? I cannot give you away You come back to me as a hope, blood, sweat-soaked boomerang Stuck, broken in the mud Because I thought it was worth it to try. Where to go now? The predictable thing Is to withdraw into the shell Pull the pieces around […]