Monday, December 29, 2008


Stumbling along with rifle in hand.
There's confusion everywhere..
Shoot! Shoot!
The boy's dead - buried in sand.
Killed softly by my blank stare.

There is no returning from here.
I've chosen this road to take.
I'm marching on, fear or no fear.
Wished I could turn - Oh for Christ sake!


The Arbiter said...

What is there to discuss if there is no tagboard?

Augustin said...

? there's nothing to discuss =P you can always leave comments.