Saturday, December 3, 2011

When I turn a deaf ear to the howling winds of enchantment and false hope
And when I turn my eyes from the false light
When I close my mouth
I become one with the world

1 comment:

  1. Timmy, I love the first line of this poem so much. Like I want to hear it in a Killers song, which might sound weird but it's a compliment considering the Killers write my favorite lyrics ever.