NOW was a trap
built to endure
turning everything THEN into NOW
time to live, time to love in THEN
but somehow always NOW
never ending, always beginning
like ghosts roaming the scene of murder
night by night, guilty as before
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-04-11 05:42:21
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