August 1, 2010
My Illegal
How does it feel to be illegal To be a dark unknown. Is it musty and dusty and cosy?
How does it feel to be illegal To be a dark unknown. Is it musty and dusty and cosy?
I was taught that I come from dust and to dust I must go. No longer do I care-
Alice in wonderland wandered down into an upside-down world. What to do to escape from reality?