As the Past Grows Further Apart from me.
reeferchief
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If you found me
laid bare and dying
would you shed a tear for me?
or would you spit on my carcus
as the life seeped from it?
I see no longer what I feel
I feel no longer what is real
I have no purpose
no religion I steal
my agnostic views
light my torched paradise
you are no longer a part of
my heart is no longer switched on to
am I in the backseat?
or am I in the rear view
either way I'm in the past
and far, far left behind.
laid bare and dying
would you shed a tear for me?
or would you spit on my carcus
as the life seeped from it?
I see no longer what I feel
I feel no longer what is real
I have no purpose
no religion I steal
my agnostic views
light my torched paradise
you are no longer a part of
my heart is no longer switched on to
am I in the backseat?
or am I in the rear view
either way I'm in the past
and far, far left behind.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
be well chiefy.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce