Back into the dark
where I am undiscoverable
left nightshade cloaked,
no stone turned,
no bell rung,
no tree carved,
no hammer swung.
No strong man,
no whipping post,
no beat down,
no anniversary toast,
no smart ***
no sassy *****
just floating now,
alone, alone, where I've put myself.
To find God again, to find God again.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Back into the dark
where I am undiscoverable
left nightshade cloaked,
no stone turned,
no bell rung,
no tree carved,
no hammer swung.
No strong man,
no whipping post,
no beat down,
no anniversary toast,
no smart ***
no sassy *****
just floating now,
alone, alone, where I've put myself.
To find God again, to find God again.
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