no way to unwind from the run-around
branded to a chain that's mispelled my name
and made me into a number
another notch on the old belt
broken and beaten from too many years of use
blackmailed before there is no after
carved my heart into a concrete slab
just to watch it take its shape
mailed you my eyes
to see from my point of view
but you couldn't figure out
the step by step instructions
that interfered with the
three four time of your motives
spread your disease
let it seep down deep into pores
awaiting new scores of music
to sway to to live to to die to
to never be heard from again
once you've rolled over and
devoted a night to resting your
sometimes somewhat sleepy head
sleep instead
i'll meld my skin to yours
when the last trace of her is long gone
and he's left the right hand side of my bed
next week you can pencil me in
instead
serve me with coffee and a french croissant
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