| Sometimes I'm over and often in My crying jail Like a hand of a corporate body Encompassing both belonging To that sadness. An inflexible realness Forcing eyes To speak Against that malignant silence Upon that lower lip, Forcing that bloodcurdling Inner scream to be An outer space song When it's pushed through fractured teeth Into a totally weird reality Like a shadow of An incomprehensible dream With inlaid hopes This reality slipping out When I awake alone To nurture my love In my painful freedom |
Feb 26, 2011
My crying jail
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