Oh, G-d I am alive!
there's a beat in that thing
the claws they have not caught me
my feet they can still spring
Oh, G-d I'm winking at you
can you see me in the rain?
they pound and haunt and shackle
but I've broken through the pain
Oh, G-d I'm searching for you
I'm crushed by the daily grind
slipping through cutting blades
your place to search and find
Oh, G-d I am alive!
alive! alive! alive!
not only do I hold it out
but look, oh G-d, I thrive!
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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