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I Am My Own Shield

Red oil dripping down my pants, I’m painted Slowly glancing at the crowd to see who took a stare Shamelessly i watch it sprinkling down my thighs and I realise I’m tainted Funny how your own anchor can crunch and leave u feeling bare It’s the damage you can never change and time you can never forward, that procreates the heart-shell to pound so flippin’ fast and the reality sharpened to cut the straight pointing backward, that shapes and pickle your swing for the run to last Nature so inevitable, knocked me off the pride Seeing this wicked blood scattering my veins My breath took away, for a moment I’m shuttered Shamelessly again I glance to look for my friends Dreadfully got chocked in my own field cause in the end we get to be our own shield

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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