Monday 13 April 2009

quake

Four months not moved an inch
at every mention i still do flinch
four months i wonder why.

A time i'm mean't to smile
but i'm crying all the while.
four months i wait to die.

And when they question of my mind
wont let them take what they can find.
Four months i sit and sigh.

I quake and wait for the floor to open
let this misery eat me up
escape give up its all the same
Four months im outside in the rain.

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