waiting for some answers
about the missing boy.
parents at the wall of hope
picking up his toys.
cameras at the ready.
microphones in hand.
reporters sit like vultures.
huddeled in thier vans.
some of us are lost in prayer.
hoping for the day.
the boy is brought home safely,
to live, and love, and play.
by martin
sunny days
make me sad
thoughts of suicide
in my head
obligations to the sun
to be outside
having fun
in my bed i hide
its better when it's gloomy
the world and i are one
i don't need a fucking sunny day
to have a little fun
by martin
i hate today
i hate it !
heads-a-swimmin
time bomb tickin
no fuse
no reason
i'm to blame
self treason
all locked-up
all alone
keep the key
this is home
god ... no god
by martin
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