tap dancing in quick sand
trying to sew my severed body back together, but i can't see to thread the needle
I gash a permanent smile on my face to promote positivity
In the lake with cement blocks tied to me and damn if I still can breathe
I think I am fine and he reappears
There isn't enough fire in this world that can burn him out
Besides I have enough scars
My fault though.... I let it happen.... He must have seen the code in my eyes......
How else could he have unocked the Ft. Knox…
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Posted on February 9, 2009 at 8:38pm —