pocket lint.

You drain me and sustain me
You hold me and you mold me
A tender touch a venomous screech
A slap on the hand a touch to the lips
You hide me I cannot find me
You guide me where can I find me
The blood ceases who has taken me

please awaken me

You care I am aware
You warn beware they merely stare
Flowing down a river hanging by a strand
Pushing me back into the hole I reach for your hand
Quell this thoughtless void
Flood me with your voice though I cannot meet your demands
Give me your demons and don’t dare let me be free

please sedate me

Author's Note

i hate rhyming, not sure why i do it.
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[8.11.09]