March 31, 2004

Underground Face

"Underground Face"

One morning I was killed.
Stabbed by the hand of the clock.
In sliced up darkness,
Struck a sharpened door.

Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face
Right Now

Another face of mine.
Tries to open a crack.
With both ears closed,
Move my eyes from the hand of the clock.

Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face

Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face
Underground Face
Right Now

This entry is in..
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Posted on March 31, 2004 3:55 PM
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