He hears the banging on the door
Bang bang bang, the thumps come to roar
Steps up to open it only to see
That it's him again with a face that could only be described as a grizzly
Charged in with full might
He tries to shut him out - he wouldn't come down without a fight
The lights break down
The temper is over a frown
The keys are locked in
Anger is the enemy that has set in
Running
Running
Up the staircase
Up to where
He thought
That freedom lays
Close the door
Behind me
I lock it in
He won't catch me
A mighty kick
A door slams down
Wallop goes the baseball bat
That's in his hands
Stop
He wouldn't listen
Stop
The drunken 'pedestrian'
Stop
His bod lifeless - dead
Birds and trees
Are all I ever hear
Now
The pain has gone
The setting of the Sun
No reason to run, no reason to be afraid - now
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
No Reason to Run
Posted by Sleepless In Muscat at 12:09
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