Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Chaos

Black "X" on my hand says I'm underaged
Black "X" on my heart says I'm stained

Rivers
Rivers
Come at me now
I'm looking at the desert
No, I'm not running anymore
I stopped after a 1000 miles
No water

Rivers
Rivers
Come at me now
I've lived a thousand yesterdays
Never caught up to today
I'm gone

Screaming at myself
Obsessively chewing
Lying down knowing
The tired eyes smiling
Back at me

I'm a liability to the population
My viability is my obsession
Rivers
Rivers
Come at me now
I'm dying of trying
Of the wantings and longings
They pull me so hard
The rope stretches, and stretches, and stretches
It breaks.
fire consumes it immediately
ashes.

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