Saturday, November 22, 2014



Every now and then, I close my eyes and I see him again

 I go to the place my best friends life had came to an end

When the night darkens, ripples splashing everywhere

I can hear the Wolfe of death whistle in the night’s air

If I look on the right day I can see his canoe rising to the top of the lake

So I jumped in to save my friend, I saw him swimming out to the deep end

I went to the place where he would go, getting swallowed by a under toe

I swore as I was swirling down, I saw dead people reaching for me all around

So I come up for air above the ground, all around the wolves howl their hound

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