dinsdag 4 januari 2011

Behind me

You are
The rustling of the leaves as I walk by
A sigh
An old man waiting to die

You are
The crumbling of the earth
Shuffling dust
A shiver in the dark

And oh yes
You will reach
You will grope
And I will suffer

But you are behind me
And behind me you shall stay

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