That's final

To lie to oneself is free
So you can think what you want of me
If you just acknowledge the seed
Hell, I don't mind to bleed if it gets me a fix
I'll mix the selfhate with some liquor and some wine
Just to make it run a little quicker up my spine

I fell asleep in the smoke and then my bones broke
I pinned the insect to the bark of a conspirative oak
But it can't carry that load, no, can't carry that load
It rather cracks than admit that it lacks in truth
And as clueless as it is, it blames me
And I can't carry that load, no, can't carry that load

Roam mother earth like a caterpilar
Pledge your honesty so she'll open up
And we can fill her
And that's final, that's killer
Whatever, you get it, I'm out of here
Complaints received best by way of glances and stares





Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-08-16 at 23:46

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
i hope that doesn't mean you're leaving the site? this is beautiful, but so very sad...
2005-08-17


Commentally Ill
this is a good poem, and THAT's final, don't argue with me. (demented grin)
2005-08-17