Broken glass cracking
Nerves flying high
My old valiant bull whimpering
He's starting to cry,
Just like a puppy.
Death is on a mission
He has but one option
Sleep and be still
But am too young for that pill
Beautiful feat I haven't seen
East nor west I have never been.
So much I think about this
So much I hear a voice tell
Go on there's nothing there.
©p..a..m
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