Tuesday, January 26, 2010

grown man

i stay you far away.
the truth, liquid, in un-day.
A roaring crash chest cavity
A dread of death anxiety.
I am blind and blood and suffering
With each drink you down, my agony.
I un-recognize your long black coats, and eyes.
You’ve unfamiliared you, when we sang of “spies”
you damage you, you damage me
I will be six feet, your company
I yell at it and give it rude glares
But it “creep”s and whispers the truth, it dares
where you hardly care
i am hard aware
but you dont lose sleep, do you?
i wish i didn't too.

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