The rages of our craziness will not fade
even if we tried to hide our anger,
A shot of our common lives in your bedroom
Or in your kitchen next to the sink
Where do we sigh when all hope has ended
To cling to our flesh and bones?
Wen do we succumb to our deadly wishes
To climb the hill just to trip over the tip?
These walls, they are not mine
They are too thin to protect my skin
From the lion crouching behind the sun where
warmth is handed out, but not with mine
And the numbing noise in your head
That has been your driving force
Won’t let your weary head rest
Not for a second, a minute I guess
I will never hold you back, I promised
A thousand years ago, that when seven
Times four are forgiven, no one will recall
what they didn’t ask for in the first place
Although there is a thank you somewhere
In the back of my head, seriously, you
Simply turn your neck to me to
Let me read your 'fuck you' off your skin.
May, 24th 2010
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