Revolver – 02/08/2011

At the waterline, I came here like a spirit,

mixed in with and indistinguishable from the fog. I came to find you so we could drown the doubt in your heart.

But you said “better the devil you know, than a god who can’t hear you crying”

I stare at the water How many of god’s tears already fill our oceans

Sorrow for our folly.

If you ask me my name, maybe I’ll remember, you changed me from a willing friend
To a bullet in a revolver.

 

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