Friday, April 23, 2010

The Devil's Got A Gun To My Head
and he really wants me dead
but just forget it.

Burning lanterns cast out the shadows
Light dances in dark corners
The firefly with clipped wings still flutters

You can put me in a jar
fill it with milk and honey
make me sweet and fat and full

But the Lord has his hand on my head
he'll protect me from the dead
so just remember.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

I just wrote on paper ,things i want to try in real life, so i can quit most of the internet. simple stuff, like bike a block. internet is alone. too sad. .real life evenutually makes real friends. your 2007 blog- very encouraging to know IE is depressing.to others not just 2me.thhx.N.