Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak
Against that malignant silence
Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling
Inner scream to be
An outer space song
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality
Like a shadow of
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:22 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak
Against that malignant silence
Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling
Inner scream to be
An outer space song
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality
Like a shadow of
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom
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