Short and Sweet.As people we're taught to trust in those who hold our hand as we cross streets And to believe in God as something perfect, something quite magnificent The lessons are lost on me the more I try to recollectShort and Sweet.
"Was he a burden? Was she a Goddess? Is anything truly heaven sent?"
As someone with a heart and mind, I doubt the questions matter anymore We're scrambling for salvation, whilst trying to convince ourselves "Did she ever care? Can I honestly save myself from those old whores?" Whilst surrounding myself with old habits and new addictions in this Hell
And I tried to believe
Where art thou, Polly?Dragging along the surface until she pulls her claws from in my chest Breathing deep to calm the rush upon my temples, to try to catch my breath She's screaming for attention, but this day has left me weary But I'll drag this pen across this paper just as soon as she releases my neckWhere art thou, Polly?
Sleep would be a beauty, a wonderful escape But this evil bitch keeps clawing just to watch me stay awake And when she's done, she'll leave again, but won't be back when I need her
It's not so much that I can't write...
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