closing in

closing in
i hear it's dangerous to be around
open your door
it is cold outside and there are hounds
closing in

here i am
heart in my hand
but i don't know how to read your signs

closing in
their fangs i see them
but they do not make a sound
i've got you pinned
'cause nature creates us to
take satisfaction where it's found

here i am
heart in my hand
i can see you through the vines

here i am
heart in my hand
but i'll come back another time

this is really unmistakebly clearly
not in any way
working out




Poetry by tonsoku
Read 913 times
Written on 2005-11-26 at 18:59

Tags Love  Fear  Angst 

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