>>–Paving-My-Way–>
I've died many times
On escape-trails– fleeing
From your air. But every time
You have caught me,
Either lurking in my
Dreams – or beating...
Somewhere... in the
Venues of my heart.
Caught up in your
Seamless web.
Crucified for your
Iniquity.
I've died so many times
Now, and I don't know
If I still have any more
Lives to die. But if–
There were any lives
Left in me, I'll, sorely,
Kill them again;
paving
my
way
over
my
sha
tte
red
Ci
ty
.