SITTING HERE READY TO SURRENDER
CAN’T REMEMBER MUCH NOW
APART FROM THE
WOMEN WITH CHRIST UNDER THEIR
ARMS, LINING THE STREET
WITH FLOWERS OF PAIN
I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE
STRAPPED TO THE HEAT AS IT CLAWS AT MY
BACK; I SWAM AND SWAM
UNTIL I REACHED ROAD
AND THE FENCES RUN ALONG
CROOKED GROOVES
THEY DON’T REACH AS DEEP AS THE SUN
WE DON’T SING THE DEVIL SONG
I AM TIRED AND I WON’T
LISTEN TO THE HEART BEAT UNDER
THE YELLOW SEASONS
AS THEY RACE FOR THE WINTER
THE HUNTING SEASON
THE HUNTING SEASON
DISEASE AND SAVAGE FORCED
LIKE BITTEN BLUE
BORN BABIES, SITTING HERE
JUST TRYING TO
SURRENDER
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About the Creator
Daniel Evans
“Do you hate people?”
“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.”
― Charles Bukowski
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