Friday, February 26, 2010

Malcolm, The Dying Horseshoe


A case of beer
A bag of pot
Crank in your nose
Words you forgot
Spit up your dreams
The end as it seems
Illusions of the mind
Ticking of the time
Armageddon approaches
The clock in your ear
Work on mood swings and hormones
And a false atmosphere
Speak sick words at night
To keep bad dreams away
Live life like a song
Not good enough to play
And it's never coming back
The life you're throwing away
'Shroom head!
That said,
Malcolm, waddya say?
Someone cares about you
And wants you to stay
Moody music
Techno beats
And a shot glass away
To complete self-destruction
To the ultimate fight
Mind over Universe
Malcolm killed himself that night...

Written By: Niloo Farahzadeh

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