Monday, December 25, 2006

the tide

It comes on like smoke, heavy and cloying
draining me
drowning me
driving me mad

Consumed, I fight for air
I run
I hide
I lose my mind

Nothing I can do
Nowhere I can hide
Sit right here and watch the tide
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