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In his traumatized world of dark impending depredation.
If they want to find the things he keeps hidden in his mind,
I'll tell them; all his decisions have been made on the run
Cause he has been running far and wide in desperation
He runs after somebody who could be the one
And he will reach it and wreck it
With one last pummel of the hand, he'll sit and watch it erode away
Till the wreck collapses, then he'll put on his running shoes and split
You might find him one day, sitting in a corner, with his face covered by the brim of his hat
Zipping from a glass of strong liqueur, while resting his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray
Under the brim there is a tight lipped facial expression, with a decisive glare of grit
He is for the dogs the crows and the rats.
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The Wrecked Man
Date: Monday, 6th June 2011 @ 12:21:29 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: zeberdee
He is the wrecked the wicked the unrefined
In his traumatized world of dark impending depredation.
If they want to find the things he keeps hidden in his mind,
I'll tell them; all his decisions have been made on the run
Cause he has been running far and wide in desperation
He runs after somebody who could be the one
And he will reach it and wreck it
With one last pummel of the hand, he'll sit and watch it erode away
Till the wreck collapses, then he'll put on his running shoes and split
You might find him one day, sitting in a corner, with his face covered by the brim of his hat
Zipping from a glass of strong liqueur, while resting his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray
Under the brim there is a tight lipped facial expression, with a decisive glare of grit
He is for the dogs the crows and the rats.


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