09 mars 2013

RED SECTOR A

All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal -- a heart that cannot feel -- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel... [Lire la suite]
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