Reasons for our fatigue.

Reasons for our fatigue.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

Tempting tempting, tipping icebergs with metal fingers.
Nothing cold can touch, what is in my clutch.
My beautiful treasure, from miles away.
Cuts along the vital signs.
Thoughts long the coma.
Bring me colorless.

Fencing fencing, with the assassins motives alive.
He wont leave for us, what is in my clutch.
My scribbled paper, from miles away.

Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.
Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.

Hurry hurry, rushing moments spinning our vision.
Medicine for sale, takes payment from you.
These horrific faces, from my minds cave.
Cuts along the vital signs.
Thoughts long the coma.
Bring me colorless.

Spitting twice, in the devils eyes.
Tough girl you are, but your not breathing.
My beautiful treasure, from miles away.

Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.
Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.

Engineer these children, with minds to mold.
Corrupt these children, with minds to mold.
The concept is surviving. Its still in motion.
We are torn from our tree. Fruits of desire, falling in winter.
On our threads of hope we beg.

Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.
Cuts along the vital signs.
Thoughts long the coma.
Bring me colorless.

Lets sacrifice, our maps to the sun.
Kiss the radiation, kill them all.
The paradise, thats in this book.

© 2008 Lee W. Deason


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Added on February 19, 2008
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