Sunday, August 29, 2010

Devoured In Junk

Hold onto the knowing of what will last,
I'm tired of shredding the voice in silence.
Speak out against the trouble I will have to face.
Structure, architecture, foundations
fall out from my shaking feet.
I am beginning to slip
from what I held my tight grip,
Just don't stare, as all I have
is my heart to bare.

Shake me, wake me, take me
to the place I belong.
Devoured, uncovered, helplessly rendered
to the shackles of myself.

I am contained in a sick state of mind,
Where I am locked from point of doing what's right.

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