I close my eyes
And this image floats beside me
A sweaty-toothed madman
With a stare that pounds my brain
His hand reach out and choke me,
And all the time he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth-truth
Like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it,
Stretch it,
It'll never be enough
You kick at it,
Beat it,
It'll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying,
To the moment we leave dying,
It'll just cover your face,
As you wail, and cry, and scream
-Todd Anderson, Dead Poets Society
YOU ARE READING
Poems And Stuff
PoetryJust random poems or song lyrics I like :) Some of them are written by myself but most are from somewhere else. I'll try to give the credit when I know from who this poem or song is
