Stirring Up Trouble
Lord been through this before
Thoughts so deadly that pierce my mind
She says to bury sin, just get high--
Pulse quickens as the city fumigates
Cracked nails in a mirrored room
Sleep of a dusty kind is crawling
Now, no more lovers embrace
Just laying, food for microorganisms
I try to put the idea aside
Life is still worth something, I confide
To no one in particular
Just assuming a stance
An endless rhythmic dance
ossified mummies shake me deliberately
As the watery sun emerges
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