I'm such a fool to you
Just another jester who'll dance in your garden
Cherub fountains and thorns on a bush
Caught my ankle and snap my inhibitions
...
You keep begging for a drink
And yet I'll finish the whole bottle
Baby angel dying of thirst
But I never will let you in my Eden
...
I'm gonna cut you with the glass you've molded
Only to turn the shard to my eyes
Blinded of your blue green lies
They won't convince me anymore
...
You keep begging me for a drink
And yet I'll swallow all my pills
Chug the fire and taste the teeth
I will never let you in my Eden
...
Swallowing me into another lifeless prison
I'll be doing half a dime in your bowels
Stuck in you, and with your memories
I gotta get out, but I'll never leave for long
...
You keep begging for a drink
And I'll keep downing my sorrow
You beg me to stay
But I want you out of my Eden
...
- Author: The 2 A.M Writer ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2017 22:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Late night stream of consciousness write
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
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