It's not that I'm afraid
Or ashamed
But the thought of falling
Short again
Scares me so my stomach aches for weeks
To think of myself in history
When my name is but a stain on the page
That'll never wash clean
And stuck inside this room
In the gloom
Of a sickness that
Refuses to move
I find my ego on the floor
Buried beneath this love I can't ignore
And the pain of being chained to myself
Causes me to smother her
Copyright 19/02/2014 - S. Blackwell
My indecision
Means you'll breathe the light in
Your nose
I've come to notice
You've sucked the life from
My bones
And now you carry it home
Make an incision
Cut the joy from my eyes
Like gold
I'm here to feed you
You're greedy like a wild dog
Go home
And tell the pack they're free to roam
Copyright Shaun Blackwell - Written 03/11/2010, Recorded 04/04/2014
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More raw and compelling than his next album, Dark Was The Yearling. Gothic Americana with a touch of gospel. Fans of Sixteen Horsepower will enjoy this. Lute FP