Out Of The Lake

The 2 A.M Writer

Cobwebs heavy in this rusted box

Prying open with broken keys and warped locks

Forcefully bust myself open and release the snakes

I gave you apple and yet it's poison

I suppose it's fair to let you pry and break

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I gave you access to the sea

Watch it lay still and dead

All the fish floating in a half dead state

Fearing the lightning in sunny evenings

Wake me when it all happens

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Why did you start a whirlpool?

This was my content bubble

And you've burned it

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The damned paradise now sitting in flames

Venture on into the forest

Without my cocoon, I walk into the winter

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2016 19:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: About being forced out of your rut and preparing for what lies ahead.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17


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