Voices
Running rampent.
Through the black
hole of my mind.
Voices crying out,
crying to be heard.
Hard to conentrate.
Music blocks them,
For a while
No sleep.
Too loud
Too Long
Too MUCH
Paul Hurwood – 04/02/08
Running rampent.
Through the black
hole of my mind.
Voices crying out,
crying to be heard.
Hard to conentrate.
Music blocks them,
For a while
No sleep.
Too loud
Too Long
Too MUCH
Paul Hurwood – 04/02/08