the bed where i laid
(FALLING)
full of fearful maim
was black, just a spade
(DIGGING)
mostly where he came
progress i have made
(FLEETING)
to lift up my name
is cut with a blade
(SHINING)
nothing left but lame
what price i have paid
(COUNTING)
playing who's to blame
what if i just stayed
(DANCING)
living in a game
i think i might fade
(BURNING)
waning dying flame
failure, i'm afraid
(DAUNTING)
doubts i have to tame
murky mess, i wade
(SLOSHING)
working past the shame
4/20/10
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