Blinders
Walking through the haze, yet i can barely see,
i cant find you, and i cant see me,
you regret the day when i found, the hole in the ground,
you told me lies, and lead me round and round,
the bright skys turn to grey, and the rain starts to fall,
and acid'y taste, eats through the skin on my skull,
The supports that held me, were removed,
my life as i knew it, will not be renewed,
I LONG FOR, WHAT YOU GAVE,
I LONG FOR, HOW YOU BEHAVED,
I LONG FOR, WHAT WE HAVE MADE,
I LONG FOR, THE HOLE YOU DUG, MY GRAVE,
We talked about going places, what comes to mind is chicago,
So i raise the middle finger, and the index finger follows,
Doing some scanless crap, that was uncalled for,
i can see you don't want me, and you want more,
it should be easy to undock, and sail my ship away,
but the rough seas, and my memories keep me at bay,
Just take a monkey wrench, and fix this sence of pain,
or just take a numbing needle, and stick it in my vein,
i should just turn around, walk away and let it be,
so this way, i can leave with at least a bit of sanity?
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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