I found an old book in my grandfather's closet
It was titled in german and I couldn't translate it
Scimming through the pages I needed to know
Why the rush to live and die
Pondering and entertaining reasons
The day went on with one question in mind
Still no answers could be found
So I walked alone along the driveway that leads
to my own perpose
And nowhere near
The razorwounds were burning but I couldn't give in
to their squeeky wheele syndrom
I later found an old file in my mothers closet
It was titled adoption documents
I opened it up and my guts spilled everywhich direction
When I didn't die in the hospitol
And because I survived fait
I was destened to be an outlaw
Holding me shivering
Quivering with fear
She pressed her lips to my forehead
An outlaw
It must have felt like poking a rabid dog in the eye
These days I spend my days on the run
And in the end The worms will finally catch me
don't know when
And that's the beauty of it

06/04/2009

Posted on 06/04/2009
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