#zan
Not thoughtless
enough to **** all day long
Not thoughtful
enough to escape the hood
Not petty
enough to market my ancient little lies
Not honest
enough with my self to
out grow these twisted vines
All along, I've been
friends, only with the pen
The pen is kind to me
when I've blown my
chances, myself
Slice a Y you'll find
The heart is pa - per
The blood has taken ink
All along, I've been
friends, only with the pen
All along, I've not been my own by
extension, not myself
No way I ever was
If you could only see me now my
friends
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Blasted armor cracked open with holes
Watch as I crawl on my knees til I find
The right place to stand. Pay no mind
To the pain wracking burned flesh to
The pain of memories empty now
In regret after so many years spent
Trying to escape, desperately forget
All of the wounds that made me the
Fire I am.
These days my fire still burns down low
I can't forget if I wanted and I did and
And it drove me underneath. Unearth
Me now in this old aching body to
Undermine my quest for rest.
I sure it's just death now bringing
Death and I'm a part of it.
Cog. In the dirt. Wet earth.
I rise. With all of my brethren.
Reclaim. Reclaimers hunt and
Claim during night. Safety in
Day. That's a queer sunset isn't it?
I came here ****** left the same way,
Returned with cracks in the head
And a heart of mud full of maggots
As an ***** We all did. We do.
We all did.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC