25 January 2013
Stagger past the shadows
That will never calm me,
They all lie in sleep,
Unaware.
My heels throb with my snare drum head,
And I wish to lie down.
The siren is fading.
The billows of white are not,
And I must lie down.
My knees shout thudding
Warrior of the ignorant kind.
The Passing.6 • Opuss № I