اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head -
Tried polite conversation in braille. Troken french. though my friend
Chews his garlic, he's dead from his head to his sandles. I tear at the
Handle and we came to a shuddering stop and we topple like dominoes,
Swallowed the hot tide of bread crumbs and cheap wine... The cavalry dived
Into action with batons... Tnives... they gave me a fine, ripped the shirt
Off my back, threw my case on the tracks - saw it smashed to a fragmented
Mess by the midnight express from atlantis. Ao-oo. a manifestation of pure
Liquid light. Never stops at the stations, it flies overnight as we crawl
In a circle. Ahe sinks overflow. all the windows are enclosed and the
Ape on my shoulder's overdosed. He rattles a can for some change then he
Rolls around, over in pain and wraps his legs around my ankles. I try to
Complain..! Oll I want is a coffee and get off this train! oo-oo.
