I've been telling stories for years
Grand tales of sordid escapades
From many a reckless night
Even the fiction has kernels of truth
At the exact nature
A starting point
To weave your senses
Into a colorful tapestry
I've shared with you how I
Watched my mother cover
Up black eyes for
Thirteen years
I told you the truth
Of how I bore witness
To my best friend
Succumb to his sickness
In the cramped bathroom of a bus
Outside Tulsa,Oklahoma
You reveled in my ecstatic joy
As I painstakingly detailed my
Spiritual Awakening through the
Birth of my first child I've
Cried and bled and sweat
And laughed and died
A thousand times and
Chronicled it all
In lyric and harmonious melody
I've exhaled my life
Thousands of times
Across cavernous arenas
I can't move if you don't move me
I think to myself as
I watch the horde of
Zombie radiation blue eyes
From all you tourists
Twinkle back at me
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I've been telling stories for years
Grand tales of sordid escapades
From many a reckless night
Even the fiction has kernels of truth
At the exact nature
A starting point
To weave your senses
Into a colorful tapestry
I've shared with you how I
Watched my mother cover
Up black eyes for
Thirteen years
I told you the truth
Of how I bore witness
To my best friend
Succumb to his sickness
In the cramped bathroom of a bus
Outside Tulsa,Oklahoma
You reveled in my ecstatic joy
As I painstakingly detailed my
Spiritual Awakening through the
Birth of my first child I've
Cried and bled and sweat
And laughed and died
A thousand times and
Chronicled it all
In lyric and harmonious melody
I've exhaled my life
Thousands of times
Across cavernous arenas
I can't move if you don't move me
I think to myself as
I watch the horde of
Zombie radiation blue eyes
From all you tourists
Twinkle back at me
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