fatherklyde

My God, will wonders never cease
Life's the worst kind of lady
No matter how hard she fucks me over
I never find release

I'm out, bleeding, and torn
Wet from all the crying
Just like the day that I was born

Haven't gotten very far, have I?
'Cause going full circle
Is the same as going nowhere

Do you understand what I mean
As I stand here trembling
Shaking like a leaf
I no longer see the difference
From the dirty and the clean

IF life's a breeze
It's gently fannig fires
Burning away the trees
In a giant blaze, on the fringes
Of the forest of my sanity!

Well there's my contribution to the poetic side of SG.

I feel like i should say more but you know i probably won't