"feeeding" poems
Doppleganger, please let me go
release your grip on my poor soul
mother's calling you back home
please let me go.
We're living out a laymans dream
painting a paupers scheme
playing on the poor mans team
please let me go.
Terrible tyrants
taking asylum
inside my mind when
I am not home
Please please let me go.
I grow so tired
of feeeding this fire
if times werent so dire
then sleep I would desire.
Please lease let me go.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC