Author Information
Foreshadow
Folder:
A Little Black Book
Fortify the beautiful sky
Rub in the cigarette
The day is almost gone
Forever was just a sad song
The windows show no
smiling faces
However easy she said it could be
It was wrong; wrongly done
Where are they now?
When did you say it was
time to crawl out?
Show me the wire
you wrapped around
the place where death goes;
the place I buried myself
