Wolves growled in the sticky forest
their breath could be seen for miles

And the camp where you lay imprisoned
sat here in between wire and more wire

All the flashbacks of her eyes
were mostly looking up at me

And that strap that hang off her shoulder
was a fucking handle bar for head hacking leverage

The swamp leading up to the camp
smelled worse than the way I was feeling

Saving, saving what?
I asked myself
It's not like I'm rescuing a virgin

Can't stop hearing those noises you made back then
with your lips pressed to my collar bone

As we rode ourselves unconscious
like the twisted script of an after-school specail

I'm inching my way to your tent now
those 2 guards can't yell with cut throats

But why were there guards for a obviously dead body

2 murders in a funeral home

I imagine I'll sit here with her now
Her skin was intact
a little difference in complexion

And she still felt like a day after school

07/21/2007

Posted on 07/21/2007
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