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Caught up in the heart of it Tumbleweeds rolling by my legs City sun washes over me These bare dotted trees my only friends Guilty of the guile that is within me What you're supposed to do isn't free Cast out and burned out I hear the dry whimper of drought Death comes and death goes Stale hospital sheets between my finger tips Gut is busted and the TV is rusted Friends I knew turned out couldn't be trusted I scream for forgiveness toward the icy winter sky Trying to make a man listen who isn't anywhere I shake praying to my hands and dull razor blades Washing my thoughts so I'm not afraid Lost at sea without a crew Fifty foot waves all around me Who knew there would be so few Breathes until I saw that life was the biggest prank Of them all Seeing the mirrors cracked reflection of summer's past I ask, "Who is that on the other side?" Future fears formatting themselves furiously Attempting to sweep away dear father's ashen crops Make not the mistakes He has made Begin again anew Feel his muscles leak with that of poison Smoke being what fills His weak, corroding lungs Give all Your love Like the rays of first dawn's Sun Or the breathe of fresh tree's leaves Or the dream of winter's fog filled With what you fear the most Eyes open to see out my window Old ladies bang their cloth drums Dog's unchained take verbal orders The business man receives his first folder Each one of us a day older
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
These Days, They Pass Us By
Caught up in the heart of it Tumbleweeds rolling by my legs City sun washes over me These bare dotted trees my only friends Guilty of the guile that is within me What you're supposed to do isn't free Cast out and burned out I hear the dry whimper of drought Death comes and death goes Stale hospital sheets between my finger tips Gut is busted and the TV is rusted Friends I knew turned out couldn't be trusted I scream for forgiveness toward the icy winter sky Trying to make a man listen who isn't anywhere I shake praying to my hands and dull razor blades Washing my thoughts so I'm not afraid Lost at sea without a crew Fifty foot waves all around me Who knew there would be so few Breathes until I saw that life was the biggest prank Of them all Seeing the mirrors cracked reflection of summer's past I ask, "Who is that on the other side?" Future fears formatting themselves furiously Attempting to sweep away dear father's ashen crops Make not the mistakes He has made Begin again anew Feel his muscles leak with that of poison Smoke being what fills His weak, corroding lungs Give all Your love Like the rays of first dawn's Sun Or the breathe of fresh tree's leaves Or the dream of winter's fog filled With what you fear the most Eyes open to see out my window Old ladies bang their cloth drums Dog's unchained take verbal orders The business man receives his first folder Each one of us a day older
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ashby-brown
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
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