Post by Yellie on Mar 14, 2003 12:42:30 GMT -5
In the runway between,
white and black stripes,
sunbeams are caught,
running through time,
long passed by.
My hands are covered,
in shining scars,
from a thousand stars,
I almost reached.
I am haggard,
I am rubber,
I am not really here.
I am loosing myself,
in this homeless town,
And eternity drifts by,
with blistering black addiction.
white and black stripes,
sunbeams are caught,
running through time,
long passed by.
My hands are covered,
in shining scars,
from a thousand stars,
I almost reached.
I am haggard,
I am rubber,
I am not really here.
I am loosing myself,
in this homeless town,
And eternity drifts by,
with blistering black addiction.
