Oskar44 - Straw Grass
Like a gallery of ancient faces...
Takes me back, to remember different times & places
I strung the knife to my hip, and started climbing
Up, until the mountain finally was declining
Rememberance, old and withered pictures
The fixtures of the room was worn, not as I had it pictured
Every step stirred up a cloud of dust
Leaving clear images of my footprints, in the crust
And I stood by the window, watching lush valleys beyond
At the horizon, the great woods, kept going on and on and on...
A trail lingered down the side of the mountain
& as I fingered the straw grass, and it's rugged strain
I came to recollect, pictures of the same
But long ago, someone, who had fingered the strain..
How I love the taste of poison, sharp, clear
Molded by death, my sweet, tainted tear
"Yeah, I'll be there in 5 minutes."
5 hour's later, I'll be there in 5 minutes.
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