In a disaster story
A central conflict of primal rage
Usual sort of desperation
Characters remain the same
Never cut you out, I cut you in
Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me too.
Walk on broken glass
Is the pain safe at the end?
All the elements in life's complexity
Make our stuggle infinite.
In a disaster story A central conflict of primal rage Usual sort of desperation Characters remain the same Never cut you out, I cut you in Feeding on life leftovers I am writing to you You should realize It hurts in me too. Walk on broken glass Is the pain safe at the end? All the elements in life's complexity Make our stuggle infinite.
One of my favorites.