Crutch
Flooded veins, broiling anger
Lost at home, talking to strangers
I come to cross roads
That have no name
Conquering obsessions,
Never ending game
Emotion, a rusted chain
Forgiven, not worth saving
Defeat, I kneel to no man
Obsolete, manufactured again
Wonder wasted
Completely inebriated
Slowed reaction
Sense terminated
Spirits sight
Beer-goggled delight
Grounded, never to take flight
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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