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paint over brick

pealed so quick

his muscles tore

while trying to hold me

but on tuesday he swore

i was his long lost baby

now who am i waiting for?

so leather over lace

i pick up the pace

burn out fire

run out prior

to cleaning up that mess you made

i braid my heart

out of one string

invent a strong thing

a holding machine

heroin flood vein

makes him so vain

as he hops another train

to lonesome

i'm writing this to someone

who wno't understand

i don't want you to understand

because i'm writing with a hand

that just yesterday was a fist

just yesterday it kissed

the wall

i imagined it would fall

so that just once i would win

just once i would begin

as a conqueror

bright orange sign

beware of dog

but it's a pitiful bluff

i'm no pitbull tough

in this stuttering monologue

i swallow

maybe i could be silent

what good is it to vent

about the laws that broke me

lips that smoke me

needles that poke me

because of your secret HIV

adolesence

followed by ignorance

followed by a pretense

and you commence

to leave

what pleasure did i acheive?

i whisper thoughts of freedom

because i really need them

i think that hope does exist

outside of this bloody fist...