Monday, November 4, 2013

Lock Coffin

What good is it all
When your living in fear...
I don't know what...
Of someone missing
Of something traumatic,
Mysterious poet
Drug addicts. 
Missing within the soul
That once was whole... 
Just to find a spiritual self
Create a uplifting demeanor 

Open up the shell I crawl into 
Lock the coffin.
Live to drown in...

This fear.

Teach me to tolerate a life of despair

By all means create a world around
The senses left within
The beauty and the essence of a war between 
Each working to anesthetize the mind
But you can't let it win...

You can't be devoured 
Not without a prayer in hell.

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