Saturday, August 15, 2009

Pour Liquid Acid On My Face

Feather me up,
Let me know,
Lead me on like a pup, 
Then leave me feeling like Edgar Allen Poe,
Miserable and alone, 
Looking for a place to call home. 

Traveling along, 
Your sick mind,
And you wonder why something's always wrong,
Maybe one day you'll find,
It's you not me,
Maybe one day you'll see. 

I loved you, 
I fell far below the ridges, 
With your woo,
Frozen by the fridge's,
Cold liquor rush,
Thanks to a stupid crush.

I tried to loose your sorry self,
But somehow you kept coming back,
Never a good tacit for one's health,
When it's love you lack,
I see this day's life going nowhere, 
Where no one's there to care. 

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