[shoot me? shoot you!]
time gears crunch & grind; the Man always
comes
but in his own good time.
---3 more exits left to exsist.
knowing his effect, he
blantantly disrespects the Machinery;
the moving parts of the living thing.
tic-toc; grumble-growl
that great big cock loose
and prowlin' 'round.
burned the best things i ever had
burning eyes; son of my dad.
he with a clean nose
dont know
that book is done, but why
wont these pages close?

[ammendum]
when you run for so long
crying out in the dark
everyday
ends the same way;
dying of a broken heart...

bound together by un-want of feeling
still a million miles apart
she changed that day
i heard her say
she was
dying of a broken heart...

revel in the shadows
guided by the start
pushed away
but its
a-okay
you can go on
dying of a broken heart...