No one wants to speak about it. Follow me down the railroad. And don't forget to kill the toad. Come on...come down...come out from where you hide. <br /> <br />Turn the lights off so we can see shit. The first one hurt so bad - the hit. The rest makes me numb...come down...come out from where you hide. <br /> <br />Only happy in a reverie...only sleepy in your arms...only weeping when you do...only feeling when you don't...only bending when you break. <br /> <br />So the grass is greener over here...so the sun's hotter over there...so the action speaks louder than word. <br /> <br />Everyone wants to speak about it. Don't follow me down the railroad. I forgot to kill the toad. Don't come down...don't give a shit...don't come down to the place I hide.<br /><br />Chosen Reject<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-shingsa-covered-in-debris-cut-into-2-by-2-p/
