burned out

sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'll draw black pens, and fall asleep in a lit room
i'll break the glass i just poured, if only to prove to you i didnt need it all along
its the separation of church and state, the mind and its state of grace
its a recreation of everything we just did, a play on words and a secret message to get you thinking i'm really, desperatly, itresting
but the truth is never far behind the curtain, its not all that hard to pull it away
and reveal a boy too weak to committ to being weak,
a mind too clouded, a heart too cynical
for love I'd play my part, of over idulgence and starving art
and i'd sing my song, fragil and beatiful
till you shut me up
but to be honest, and thats a strech
Life if hard and cold and wet, there is no message only acsidents, and were all so useless i think we'd better repent.
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