im a little bit of a writer myself tell me what ya think:
Your wooly cotton whispers
Bring about the thaw
Your cool electric eyes
give me a shock
My girl's gaze raises cadavers
She can resurrect the dead
Now Im nothing but a zombie;
a slave to lust, a slave to the flesh
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I was brought up in the fields
A Slave to the shepherd
Where thy art was concealed
And then zealously severed
The irony is bewildering
Glowing, melting everything
Knowing is the blind man's burden
That is Truth in suffering
I jot down a little poetry here and there during my free time, its ok stuff. Its definitly relieves alot of tension i build up. I can dig your words
man. keep at it..
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