Thursday, May 31, 2012

Vagabond

I sit in silence and suffer as I watch the world go by
Asking anyone and anything what is the antidote to my anguish
I fold my face into my hands and release a catastrophic cry
And pray for something to take this hell and watch it vanquish

Have I become a feeble postmodern vagabond
Traipsing all over the bodies I've harmed
Hiding and ducking in a heroin chic camouflaged
Pull down the facade and let me become unarmed

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