Breaking Bread vol.2What are friends for? When assumptions are still a way to end what we’ve grown. We are pushing and pulling. Hands growing red from this rope. Unwilling to see, This tug of war is just connected with string. Ready to break with every sharp word of you tongue. What are friends for? To break another bone for me Throw a few stones for me And walk like Jesus did Alone and starving. No companion is needed When the devil has my earBreaking Bread vol.2
I embrace my confidant Who’s slowly my enemy They will carry me To the fire I’m foolish and
Breaking BreadWhat are friends for When smiling is still a way to end conversation Behold this shinny thing Every one said you should have Now surrounded with enemies You question the reason for these years When hands are red form the tug of war To see the rope is just a string Ready to break With every sharp word of your tongue Break another bone for me Throw a few stones for meBreaking Bread
And walk like Jesus did Deep in the desert
Alone and starving
No companion is needed When the devil has my ear They are waiting for you to
SwaySwaySway
*~*~* I sound better ….Like this And this sound
We address And this sound
Sways
But you say That I changed
Nocturnal
Rough skin How you get in ….My skin And this sound
Sways
You are …Controlling And you are …Unknowing You stare at me
…This way
And this weight
I cant take And this weight Makes me shake You are mistaken I’m not the monster …You make me You mistake me …I can&#
Conversations with DevilsLimbless With rope and anchor. Hacking away at the crust of the earth,Conversations with Devils
to dig myself a hole. Spineless I’m a soupy puddle of empty flesh.
Conversing with the devil Conversations and points of view I struggle to move Dig myself a hole Spiders come and go Eating bits of flesh Defenseless I scratch at my milky skin Spiders come and go
Conversing with the devil Wordless I get sucked into the chip on its shoulder Becoming just another grudge
Dig myself a hole I throw in every limb And my puddle of
Oh BabyWhat more could you ask for What more do you need A house too full, mouths to feed love too young to do the chore bills, insurance, a hidden fee support the love that made him free could be prevented, but thats a bore no time for kisses but he still wishes That he could be free once moreOh Baby
I'm cranky and eating yoplait.
Rant
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I have SIDs
Sudden Infant Death Syndrome
grazie tante
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