Asmodeus
07-27-2002, 12:15 PM
Another cigarette dead in the ashtray
one perched in my mouth
An open bottle of scotch before me
salute the dead soldier before he heads six feet south
An assortment of knick knacks and bric-a-brac surround these lands
almost as restless as a pair of a watch's hands
Inhale, exhale, in hale, ex haust
another thing this life it seems I lost
Lace up the boots for another foray into silence
a walk, a trist, a journey, a penance
Perhaps tis as it should be
gone, lost, bewildered, lost at sea
It seems I got my wish at least
I went too far west now I am in the east
Saludimi condemni
time for me to go I think.
one perched in my mouth
An open bottle of scotch before me
salute the dead soldier before he heads six feet south
An assortment of knick knacks and bric-a-brac surround these lands
almost as restless as a pair of a watch's hands
Inhale, exhale, in hale, ex haust
another thing this life it seems I lost
Lace up the boots for another foray into silence
a walk, a trist, a journey, a penance
Perhaps tis as it should be
gone, lost, bewildered, lost at sea
It seems I got my wish at least
I went too far west now I am in the east
Saludimi condemni
time for me to go I think.