Posted by jay on April 1, 2002, at 23:28:12
The city crouches steaming, in the early morning half LIGHT
The SUN is still a rumor, and the light is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets and the shadows
Something stirs behind me and my PALMS BEGIN TO SWEATSometimes I freeze until the light comes
Sometimes I fly into the night
Sometimes I FIGHT against the darkness
Sometimes I ROAM
AND Sometimes I HIDECOLD IMMORTAL SCREAM, caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic, or a tempest of blind fury
poster:jay
thread:21292
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