Friday, January 12, 2007 . 1:26 AM
the visciousness of lies and a tell-tale rat trapi fall into my own grave and sat there pondering if i should try
to climb out of this hole you dug for me
but the days went by and i sit
and stare as if tomorrow would come
and take me away from all this
till next year not even you came
and everyone was saying your name which i
tried hard to shut out
then i pulled hard on the rope
which hung lowly from the ceiling
and ended it all finally
