November 22, 2010

Dear You

Silent throne made of stone fleshed with bone
She tried contrived left dissatisfied
Forgot the letters, forgot the boons
Forgot the thousand powder burns

A million pairs of eyes watch in the dark
A million cries a million die
Two small white orbs sit placid and blank
In an office next to a gun on top of a bank

How difficult is it for a man to see light
When blinders are screwed in his skull from birth

Feelings cannot express these words:
Used and thrown out when you were done
Checked out and drove off down the road
Killing me was all you did

Yes, it's true that I gave it away
Only you knew the whole time, you knew
Ultimately, we're both shit. I just know it

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