New Age

Count Of Saint Germaine

Think back to the memories Ive made

Reminisce on all the gifts ive gave

Something always itching on my chest

Creeping thoughts did I give my best ?

Tease and test people every day after all its all in jest

I do what I want can you really detest ?

Ears ringing vision spinning settle down and go to rest

Clammy hands I never admit feel at awe when im just a guest

You speak too soft oh not again maybe loosen up that tight corset

You dont want to it sets you back

Still afraid of getting ransacked

Why be like that I know your strength

Still playing catch when you know the length

Catch some air no need to sink

Ill lend my hands when you’re at your brink

Dont pull me in I will let go

Just grasp on firmly and stay afloat

 

 

 

  • Author: The Count (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2019 14:08
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 17
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