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I went too far and now I can’t see I can’t think comprehensively Cant manifest what I’m meant to be Everybody’s looking and they’re looking at me.
By MaxwellJBanks3 years ago in Poets
“Six Words from the Target Number” The dreaded weed It grows My mind’s seed It shows It’s evils deed It blows Wind it needs
Paranoid, the love ebbs deeper Trusted, the love ebbs deeper Cheated, the love ebbs deeper Paranoid to explicit ends Patronised, the love ebbs deeper
The glaring staring eyes of deceit cut through the facade of incomplete denial of existence that is reality. I hide behind culture to avoid this feeling. Laden myself with adornments of questionable cultural origin.
When I turn right, he turns right When I turn left, he corresponds I turn to look behind me And he is lurking in the shadows
As the vagabonds sleep a restless slumber They rest of us work like wood they lumber As the night draws in, the vagabonds wake
Because I’ve just been lying to myself Don’t respect my own health Living life everyday In a vain pursuit of wealth Because the lies are only skin deep
It’s just the world that’s pissed me off And I don’t know what to do I keep coming back for more I keep running back to you
Cracked lips in the frozen night’s air Send tears to wells who don’t care Slowly welling up until their banks burst A solitary tear falls down a scarred face
As the beginning was the start of the end Only time passing will ever comprehend The middle being time well spent The start an intention hell-bent
A soul found in nature Lost before its nurture Found cut up with no future. A soul before a life Existing with no strife
By MaxwellJBanks4 years ago in Poets