Friday, 19 October 2012


The tables turn unexpectedly
I am guilty, ashamed of the sins
You commit so willingly

I have clogged this mind with lies
You pull at the strings I am tangled in
Till the knots stop the breathe,
I could pass out any minute
My body has decided it's easier that way

I am crying out for help and these bitter
Words of 'you've done enough' is not enough
My limbs contort , I don't want to feel anymore
I am crying dry tears, she's ripped the oomph from my ribs
I know that nobody can help  because she is sewn
Uniformly in and out of my life,
By the Lord of the Friday rain,
Through ways that this broken heart cannot ascertain
Give us peace-complete,and ease, of the mind and eyes again

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