Deskjob, by Dubhaigan Subscribe to rss feed for Dubhaigan

i had asked her to stop
why didnt she listen?
sprawled on the floor,
crucified, in her own rights
it had been her own 
undoing.

now on the weekends i
drown myself and sorrows
with my brother, because
this time,
in my life,
I wont let him
die alone.

no one dies alone.
no one dies alone.
no one dies alone.

Not this time...
Posted: 2011-11-30 21:01:31 UTC

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