Midnight Ramble
Kill the ants which eat the sugar bowl
the hardened scabs of greed
you are my corpse doll
eyes pried open with extreme prejudice
your screams mute in silence
dead are the angels in heaven
tattered and torn wings say they fly no more
like de powdered moths
I am only what you made me
years of T.V abuse has scarred my psyche
force fed lies and broken promises
though such is life this false reality
such is life is this.
Copyright © Ben Brennan | Year Posted 2008
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