Affettim
Saturday, March 12th, 2011
Wheels are turning
Rovers moan
A simple system of my own
Windows open
Time has grown
Hey, look at me I’m still alone
Grip, can’t look out
Stay inside
My shelter will keep me alive
Blackened smiles
Subtle lies
Submission formed from compromise
Abuse the art–hypocrisy
To think our...





























































