slaughterhousefive:

Shadow Stabbing-Cake

Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prizefighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell

The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be

Outside, outside the world
Out there you don’t hear the echoes and calls
But the steel eye, tight jaw, 
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints 
Say it all, say it all, say it all

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