Thursday, September 9, 2010

Once Again

Once Again

Imbued with a moist clarity
The gift of an avid fan
The teacher said that there would be days like this
Those words of warning are not hollow now
How could he know the future?
The body decomposing and neighbors growing
Suspicious by the minute
Another day would bring new adventures
But I have to make it through this one first
The cops will be knocking down the door
If I don’t get rid of the body
Remembered colors of death
I have seen this before
Maybe in another life
My Karma coming back
To haunt me once again

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