Addicted to the past
Ashamed of the future
Predicted my demise
Your wounds I will suture
Never have I
Never will I surrender
Make me understand
Make me love you tender
Selling out for hope
A future bright and honest
All strung out on dope
Your memory the fondest
Keep you to myself
No one will remember
You as much as me
No one's fit to tender
Fractals seem so bland
When your away with others
Leave me by myself
and my rebellious brothers
Someone will rescue us
from this prison of thoughts
They will not like what they see
But then it won't matter
Open up the cell with their compassion
Killing all the guards with their passion
Bury their bodies
6 feet deep
6 feet deep
forever put away
in a grave
of
dementia
Wear it on your sleeve
Sell it for affection
Mama will retrieve
all that's right and holy
Keep in in a bottle
for all to gawk and wonder
Ever will we sleep
through lightning and the thunder
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
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