I can hear confusion clap
Could it be confusion relapse?
Is the problem confusion perhaps?
I sit in solitary confinement
To perfect my confusion refinement
He guards my door
Like a chore
From inside my lonely stall
I can hear him take calls
I stare into a concrete grey
That blocks the Sun's rays
If I told my guard I loved him
Would he free me from this cell?
Would he free me from this hell?
Or would he release me
To the murderers and thieves?
Or would he release me
To a life where he leaves?
I sit silently in solitary
And enjoy his presence
I'm not allowed in his monastery
For I'm a mere peasant
Confusion grasps
I scream
Muffled gasps
In the wind
Confusion *****
I fear the day the guard leaves his post
Because he's the one I love the most
He's a circumstance of my condition
When he's my confusion's ambition
Making him the only one I see
So how can I ever be free?
I have become a confusion shell
I live in a confusion cell
In love I fell
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
I can hear confusion clap
Could it be confusion relapse?
Is the problem confusion perhaps?
I sit in solitary confinement
To perfect my confusion refinement
He guards my door
Like a chore
From inside my lonely stall
I can hear him take calls
I stare into a concrete grey
That blocks the Sun's rays
If I told my guard I loved him
Would he free me from this cell?
Would he free me from this hell?
Or would he release me
To the murderers and thieves?
Or would he release me
To a life where he leaves?
I sit silently in solitary
And enjoy his presence
I'm not allowed in his monastery
For I'm a mere peasant
Confusion grasps
I scream
Muffled gasps
In the wind
Confusion *****
I fear the day the guard leaves his post
Because he's the one I love the most
He's a circumstance of my condition
When he's my confusion's ambition
Making him the only one I see
So how can I ever be free?
I have become a confusion shell
I live in a confusion cell
In love I fell
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