You ease the creak that emanates from each joint
on my ivory clothed body
this pain, this life
you take the edge off of this steady aiming knife.
Blades dull & hands weak, we will draw no blood tonight;
no molly wrapped in old receipts or someone
fixing my yayo lines.
I face today
through the haze
of all the years & tears
spent wasted
on all your lies
of yesterday
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
You ease the creak that emanates from each joint
on my ivory clothed body
this pain, this life
you take the edge off of this steady aiming knife.
Blades dull & hands weak, we will draw no blood tonight;
no molly wrapped in old receipts or someone
fixing my yayo lines.
I face today
through the haze
of all the years & tears
spent wasted
on all your lies
of yesterday
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