Saturday, July 26, 2008

1 comment:

Miss P said...

in my eyes, indisposed, in disguise
as no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, the sun in my disgrace.

boiling heat, summer stench, underneath the black, the sky looks dead, call my name, through the cream, and i'll hear u scream again.

black hole sun, wont you come, and wash away the rain...