Let me sit here
Alone
With my pen
Let me become
Consumed in my thoughts
So much so that
I don't here the "hello"
From the friendly fellow
Bicycling on the trail behind me
Let me boil in rage
Grasping onto anything
Trying to let it all seep out slowly
I'll manage
If you just let me
Let me lose my reality
So I can become anew
Empty slate
Free to coagulate
Become thick with hate
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 1:34 AM UTC
Let me sit here
Alone
With my pen
Let me become
Consumed in my thoughts
So much so that
I don't here the "hello"
From the friendly fellow
Bicycling on the trail behind me
Let me boil in rage
Grasping onto anything
Trying to let it all seep out slowly
I'll manage
If you just let me
Let me lose my reality
So I can become anew
Empty slate
Free to coagulate
Become thick with hate
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