foeofthelance Posted August 25, 2008 Report Share Posted August 25, 2008 Because its 6:30 in @#$%ing Morning Up before the crack of dawn Dashing across the misted lawn Dodging and weaving between knotted thorn Heralded by a lonely horn Stalked and followed by the silence Running to a metal cadence Empty streets lit by the dark Haunted home of con and mark The restaurant stands alone shadowed and void The key in the door, the silence destroyed Working in the black, hidden from the light Hiding from sight just feels right I can’t help but think, as the clock strikes the hour… What the fuck am I doing awake at 6:30 in the morning? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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