Dienstag, 15. September 2009
bad things
I'm in a bad mood.
Ready to hunt.
Under a red moon.
Feeling the upcoming winter.
And making a thing for shure.
I'm not left for death here.
***
"When you came in the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you..."
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