in a court of sychophants.

i have crawled and crept through life, wounding the hands i've licked, and biting those i fawned upon.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

good old war.

every time i fall asleep, my fingers wrap around my phone.
and i see light through my closed eyes--i keep hoping someone (anyone) will want to say something (anything) to me when i can't sit still and i'm all out of cigarettes.

but i had this thought tonight.
why do i ever even waste time thinking about her.
when i've got friends like you instead.


i think that's kind of beautiful.
thank you.

Posted by Keldy Supertramp at 4:56 AM
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