Drowning, Where You Left Me...
The manuscript of my life is written with fluid in shades of flesh and sepia bone
Its undertone is grown but can't birth its killer clone
And they attract like magnets to where the black fact lives at
Meeting each other with force Clashing fast then I react
To just how they truly feel And where they truly bleed
But hate filled greed has them registering flashes in synapses for each and every need
And desire that's unmet
Unkept
On, slept
And over swept
Slaps for the jester as he lonely sat in a corner and wept
Nobody likes to see the frown of a clown,
So suck [all that up fool] and smile while you drown
Deep beneath a living surface, just where you left me feeling down
Submerged in frustration and the confusion you've allowed on me
Expecting an overcome while tools and their uses evade me
No need in asking for help cause hear you'll pretend to not
So submerged here's where I stay. Lonely, drowning as I rot.
Copyright © Marcus Thompson | Year Posted 2010
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