Waiting To Bleed
Strolls the narrow through sensitivity
Life's will cramped as a camped companion
Lost and lonely just waiting to bleed
Never knowing you're all I need
Society, spilt out onto the sidewalks
Leading to a nether land
One by one and two by two
Are you me or am I you
Trouble on a tilted plane
Discovering nothing at all again
Not here today not gone tomorrow
Suffer the silence, spill your sorrow
Nothing's real but the pain I feel
One more sip off the bottle let me steal
Chasing hard choices in a soft supple hand
Rip out redemption and bury the man
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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