I reorganized the biography section in the library today:
I wrote my autobiography on a match box, and set the thing on fire. I wanted to feel real but not permanate. Wanted to be true but not trapped. Would rather be lost than locked away… So I broke the ropes and swallowed the key…
boxed the lock behind my bones,
pocket the locket until I forgot it.
And now I know what it mean to own my life…
Own mysef, burn to embers start anew…
Do you?
boxed the lock behind my bones,
pocket the locket until I forgot it.
And now I know what it mean to own my life…
Own mysef, burn to embers start anew…
Do you?
–ECW