![]() Dry medicine.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Before the tomorrow that never comes.
Take me away please, this view reminds me. Of the prison that keeps you far away. Safe from quarantine with mental morphine. I think its sad to swallow. The substitute like food. Don't worry I've got medicine. Just hold your head up to the sun. Looking back to where the discord began. My feet buried underneath, the coals. Cause it hurts too bad to walk on fire. I can't play it cool with your choking wire. Around my neck. Don't cut out on me now. You're too close the to heart now Don't cut out on me now. You're so damn scared again. So freak out about it. Cause you found out it's torn. So you feel like... You've been gypped, skipped again. Cause your nonsense is too intense. So this is the case, to expect. So hurry. Bury me before tomorrow comes. Take me away please. Before the sun succumbs. To the undertow, killing below. Cause it hurts too bad to walk on fire. I can't play it cool with your choking wire. Around my neck. So freak out about it. Cause you found out it's torn. So you feel like... You're so damn scared again. Cause your nonsense it's too intense. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonReviews
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