Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A Sight For The Debt Collector's Coffer.

I'm caught in your whirlwind
Decimated by the unkind.
Hold my hand as I unwind.

Sour as the day I was born
Left to be nothing but forlorn
I forsake what it is I yearn.

Debt I can't pay
Will you come back another day?
Better yet continue to stray...

A sinking ship crests the sky
I think it's time to say goodbye
Or maybe you'll live your lies.

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