Save my life
It's nothing but wasted.
Pull aside
the green, leaden curtain.
Of envy, it fills my
every move with deadened motion.
Come inside, won't you?
Save my life
From a c c i d e n t a l hurt
From despair too
Carelessly placed to
Be on p u r p o s e.
What if it was?
Would you trust me?
Enough to relax,
eyes rolled back?
I don't promise much,
and I can't promise
a soft place where
and when I drop you.
I'll d r o p you.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
Save my life
It's nothing but wasted.
Pull aside
the green, leaden curtain.
Of envy, it fills my
every move with deadened motion.
Come inside, won't you?
Save my life
From a c c i d e n t a l hurt
From despair too
Carelessly placed to
Be on p u r p o s e.
What if it was?
Would you trust me?
Enough to relax,
eyes rolled back?
I don't promise much,
and I can't promise
a soft place where
and when I drop you.
I'll d r o p you.
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