DrainA Poem by The SpaniardI closed everything off and let my pen and my subconscious do the work on this one. I just found it in one of my old notebooks. Its exactly as the title describes. Draining whatever flows out of me. It was the most fun I've had writing if I can remember.Somehow... I saw the prize implode Liquid dreams are in the show. Vaugely I can recognize A candy heart and plaster flies. You don't have to follow me I'm a maniac diseased. Turn around and look away but the monkey on your back can stay. Burdens only hold so much Skin is sensitive to touch. Growing now into your hand Take me to a foriegn land, Where innosense does not exist And temptation needn't to resist. Only drawing closer still To the line that never fills. I could go on for days Memories and objects fade. Passed the test but here I sit Nothing changed except the slip. Papers flip from white to pink F**k the place that drowns in ink. On and on I rant and rave Nothing stopping me to leave. Only me and fear of change Arms are stretched beyond my range. Machines are turning, working hard Human lives we can discard. Living page to page and file cards and folders gone for miles. Cohearent lines I've given up Draining nonsence into a cup. Listen up cause here comes more Ears are bleeding on the floor. Dialog is overrated Silence talks to me so jaded. Cracked cement and walls surround A dungeon where I'm gagged and bound. Convey to me, why have you come? To laugh at me, the human scum? Scrape me off your boot and walk Leave me here to lay and rot. I'll pick me up on my own accord And take my inquaries to the lord. Wasted space and heated chairs that b***h fell down a flight of stairs. Foolish now but it's still fun Not sure if I'm really done. Exasurbate my living soul Expell the light into the hole. It live down deep into the depths And sinks it's teeth into my chest. Poisoned now I'm lost to you But I'll give advice before I'm through. Don't listen to a word I've said It means nothing until I'm dead. Maybe then I'll find a friend To take me to the promise land but until then... This is all that you get.
No need to hide your dissapointment. © 2009 The SpaniardAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 12, 2009 Last Updated on November 13, 2009 AuthorThe SpaniardWestfield, MAAboutI am a singer/songwiter and self proclaimed poet. I sing for a band in the western mass. area called Independent Idiot (if you wanna ask what that means contact me and I'll tell you). I have been .. more..Writing
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