Bonestorm

Monday, 23 March 2015

ALL GOD'S CHILDREN CAN DANCE

the weight of reality is too heavy

he tells me bedtime stories

mixed with alcohol & lies

&

i close my eyes

pretend that i'm asleep

so i can run when the nightmares are trying to catch me

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