Thursday, 8 March 2012

Black Hat

Black Hat by W. J. Karl

Touch the moon
Blind the sun
Dig earth
Use your bare hands.

Feel the pain
Smell the rain
Open your heart
See the little things.

It's getting colder up there
Harder to breathe
Am I right?

You think you've figured it
You haven't
Black hat
You are nothing.

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