There was a time when I’d sit by your side
And dream you weren’t my parasite
I took my innocence for a ride
And merry-go-rounded it up to the nearest number
Left it solitarily confined
Like a backwardly bewitching angel cunt
Untouched yet somehow so fucked up
And mother-Mary could not look
But sung her praise to such a tease
With a lion tamers expertise
And you can follow if you need
My minds wide open
Come inside
But I can’t guarantee that you’ll like what you find
I’ll draw you down these corridors
Pen ink your shadow to know where you’ve been
Record the rapturous beat of your feet
As you tremble memories
Flickering candlelight
Movie screen eyes
Watching un-surprised
Taking it all inside
Cascading colours that lie to the blind
And why does it really matter
If you happen to catch me
Trapped in the horizon
Imprisoned by the lines you read between
Making sense of inconsequential dreams
Or so it seems
Fingers pressed firmly on the nothings it means
But it’s something to me
If it means something to you
An ever-willing wonderer
Waiting patiently
Taking your orders
Deemed worth the effort
No, nothing special, just a hopeful lost angel
Finding comfort by your side
And the strength to once again
Stretch out these dishevelled wings with pride.
Author notes
I couldnt say what it means to me, it seems so full of edges and angles which is how i felt when i wrote it.
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