Sunday, September 14, 2008

settle for shells

halfway open so you can hear half my words.
the red runs away like a devil in flight.
escape from the wound and stop your slow dying.
close your eyes if it gets too bright.

left behind, brought down, and right from the start.
under the weather and over the hill.
the smell of smoke gives away all your secrets.
if you won't believe me, then surely i will.

wait for the pistol or start up the shooting.
you're so impatient to hear that sound.
the race isn't over, so just shut up and run.
you may be losing, but i've been found.

1 comment:

Ianthe Wilde said...

and you think i'm scary?

(a blacklight exploded - thus the glass, and something was up with sagar's equipment and when the music skipped or stopped everybody groaned.)