Oct 10, 2008 23:16
i'm in the city of angels
standing amongst shooting stars.
they're passing headlights on swerving cars,
and i'm reaching out for salvation.
the way forward is clear,
in my mind and of my making.
my future passes through my hands,
glass, only sand passing time.
and rhythm, my old friend,
a cadence in my veins,
on the pavement
blinding red
for bulls to find me
and carry me off to hell.