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So My Soul

I suit up my manhood Yeah it’s a choking tie I put on a pleasant mood Otherwise you could die The world outside’s a pain So painkillers I swallow Wash down with champagne To drown my hollow sorrow I’m a living scarecrow Mimic death before I die I listen to Casting Crowns So my soul wont fry I'm an empty rocking chair What happened, you poor babe? Love dissolved my polished floor Ask me why I'm so unhappy It’s because she left And the moment she did My whole world cleft And a part of me died I miss her aroma Her refreshing beauty She was my mirror Now a shattered a memory My heart is a ghost town After seven years' bad luck Someone save me, I'm going down So my soul wont bake The politics of religion Got me wishing I could Design my own heaven Why not, maybe I should So I write poetry I’m not so good I admit It’s a pathetic misery But I know she’d love it My mind is a ghetto I’m addicted to pain- Killers, must escape the gutter So my soul won’t burn I choose to be a hollow So my soul wont break I choose to be a shadow So my soul wont wake

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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