Meaning seeps from the words
Etched upon the wall
Write letters in my head
As footsteps echo down an endless corridor
Tune into the classics
Sung from the shower block
Grasp at numbers from the well of memory
But it’s too late for that one phone call
Sink the needle deep
Tattoo a forgotten saint on my forearm
Try and find redemption
For the crimes that I’ve committed
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