Crooked Spines
Crooked Spines
By Kevin Robey
November 23, 2013
Useless waste of space
These tainted dreams of mine
Burning in this place
These crooked spines of mine
I used my sleeve for make believe
Wore it proud to show you how
Deceive your mind so you can see
These broken dreams I’m breathing now
Believe me please I’m so strung out
Replay these words when I am gone
I want to shout and end this drought
Famine of smiles, this is the dawn
Sweet release don’t fail me now
Take me from this blinding rain
Give me resolve only faith allows
To hold the reigns of runaway trains
Can’t bow down to the blinding force
Of my demise on this lonely trail
Where self-defeat’s the ending source
Of misplaced love sown in my sails
Dead end roads are found here every day
My troubled mind; a study of extremes
Fake a laugh when the skies are grey
I’ll close my eyes, and dream another dream
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