A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain His hands reach out and choke me and all the time he’s mumbling Mumbling truth, truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough, you kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face, as you wail and cry and scream.
Christine 'Tin' Rabe
Dead Poet's Society. Michael had to look it up for me bec this post poked at my memory and refused to go away.
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