The stains upon my soul Are a bleachy cold & grey Since the day - TopicsExpress



          

The stains upon my soul Are a bleachy cold & grey Since the day the layers-low Closed your lid to stay A vagabond wind still blows Within my heart today Peeling back the layers of home As I wither in slow decay Nothing gold can stay Not by polish nor design Every promised hue will rust Not all cancers are benign And just when I believe Life is safe enough to trust The sword will cut a swath To leave me bleeding in the dust So I will raise my scepter high Drink til Ive had my fill And Ill not feel a thing Until Im dead & cold & still And lest you judge my way For how I choose to deal I suggest you kiss my ass At least I keep it real I wont beg forgiveness And I need not your permission For if you doctor souls Heal first thine own condition For on my wall of shame Is Crimson, smattered blood A deep letting from my veins To drown amid the flood As scars upon my soul Are bleached a pale grey Etched into my marrow When they closed your lid to stay
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 06:49:20 +0000

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