Beautiful Words From An Inebriated CrookA Poem by VileYou're soft and moving You're on fire-- live from the stage, closer, so the sun may open your throat allow me to see inside.
Let me breathe (why?) so I can cringe (what for?) to feel sheltered by her device (yeah?) and that her music may spare me another day, another bowl to circle (oh)
Don't leave, don't leave bury my lung closer, so the sun won't scorch her insides
Can you let me speak? (what would you say?) violence wasn't a voice (isn't it?) no, it's a bone stuck in the cog (yeah?) she'll abandon her post, closer, let's hope she doesn't burn, and notice my weak stares...
You're sweet but I can't prove how you move me... still live from the stage. You're a haven-- my savior but don't fly too near, lest my lung singe I can still peer inside.
I might push her (yeah?) over the edge what do you think? (sounds neat) Are you impressed, even if we weren't so blessed? (what for?) I thought you would be-- don't ask me for a piece of God, I'll take you there. (where else?)
come here, stay here bury my lung closer, so the sun won't scorch her insides you know how it feels live from the stage; you might trip up closer, too close so the sun-- may bury my lung, closer, now I can peek inside just me, not the sun. © 2013 VileFeatured Review
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