ROAMING free, in a spell bound <br />dream, there are snakes here, <br />dangerous snakes, and the isolation, <br />of a drunken king, one man grapples, <br />another crys, another throws himself, <br />into the wicked night. <br />ROAMING free, into the devels arms, <br />theres are drugs to make you like him, <br />and drugs to stop your heart, <br />there are snakes here, dangerous snakes, <br />and the isolation of a drunked king.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-the-edges-of-dad/
