6/30/11

stevehomeairstevehomeair Posts: 318
When the dull night in a caged home
Fuels my flight at what expense
Disowned sulk in spite
A blown opportunity benches my completely
In an annulled slave cult grave
An eager bride digs a pale trench
To strike an unknown bone
Drenched to the core
A friend in safe faith
I brawl towards a stoned eclipse
Dethroned castaway deprived, despised
Numb to the revenge of opium ricochet
Content in a zone of yesteryear haze
Childhood crumbs leftover
Condemed to be a remote ghost
Young gun martyrdom
Throat coat tea faulty raspiness
My own broken job
I crawl without hast or contempt
Knowing IAM near the prize
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