Sleight of Hand
Tears for the years
without care
waving goodbye
to the no one there
alms for the poor
who need them no more
because nobody sees
how happy they be
although life is seldom fair
I give to the rich
because they need it
their greed cannot be matched
and if they achieve
half of what I believe
they must start from scratch
Once I was bruised
now that's old news
I don't mind the pain
once I was loved
it wasn't enough
to ever take chance again
Now I am
once more within
grasp of what dreams
are made of
that is for sure
down to the core
the things that seem
to shape us
When all dreams are shattered
and nothing else matters
please take the gun from my hand
for I am afraid of just what may
take me off the pillar of man
Then I shall fall
way down below
where no one wants to be
into the abyss
of unknown nothingness
will I really be ceased to exist?
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Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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