Monday, February 27, 2006

Night race

there is no honor
there is only wanting
there are no people
no sea of despairs
there is no environment
there is no earth
there are plenty of buckets
to strip till its done
then who gives a #####
with no place to run
i have no clock
tick over my head
when things run out
long after I'm dead
there's no way I can see
ignorant I am
but god made my soul
my excuse as I sin.