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Take the brightest cole
and shove it
down my throat,
pain is fruitful.
Crush my skull with the songs
that project depression as colorful.
How pitiful,
crisp coins weigh
your pockets down like
a southern drawl.
Same beat and unfaithful lyrics,
make others fall into
this black hole.
I feel sorry for you,
really I do;
bask in the glory
while you call me baby.
Petty,
sing for me like a dying
bird that's in
the middle of a bourbon gallery.
You're so ordinary
when dairy blinds you
in illusions of territory.
Bad play,
the main character
is suffocated free by ugly chains
that are pretty.
Such an old tale
of mold and gold
that doesn't seem
to unfold.
My hands tremble,
you feel it,
you feel it;
you're being controlled.
My hands put
pressure on your ice-cold head;
my heart is resold.
Eyes,
eyes always on you,
lend me your fear;
nerves and hurt are pulled.
The wind of the mountains
contrast with my skin,
hear the song of the siren.
It's hot,
it's cold,
it's open,
it's closed,
it's common;
do you feel the pattern?
Transform that sudden change,
once a curtain now a broken lesson.
That same person sees
your veins pooping and only pens down:
"Be a captain..."
How can I be one
when the seas
of uncertain motion have
left me in a fraction?
Pills can only do so much,
I'm down on the floor
like a mouse, you
only tell me to hush.
Depression, make me blush;
tears are the only
soft touch I taste
as lush!
I'm not in control,
that's why I'm lost with no touch;
My kin, keep walking with your elegant such.
Our path is closing in,
no it's not,
it's better to be lost
than humanly crushed.
YOU ARE READING
When Only Paper Can Save
PoesiaSueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
