My hands are tied tight
as I sink into the night.
the fate of the world
has me feeling dead.
hang around the cross
wait to jesus to pray
for me; but he is absent
from this dream
like love from my life.
heard a song last week
that i can't recall;
but it felt real.
then she said she would
be back twice as weak
but i didn't hear
a word she said; thought
it was just a lie.
sort of like this childhood
fantasy they said i had.
no one left by my hand
on my death bed i will deny
i had any thing to do
with the destruction
of this rotten society.
my plans have all laid down
in the field of dreams
next to a cemetary of
tried and failed should of been's.
if you whisper in my ear
the things you wish were true
i will smile and agree.
nod my head like a fool;
a puppet who is master less.
you'll think you got through to me
but it'll be just a facade
as the termites eat my face-
pick my wooden limbs to pieces
as i wish for another girl
to call my heart her's- to possess
me in such a way i'll know no bounds.
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