A Slave To You.
A disciple of defeat,You slowly give in,
Apathy in the midst,
The unforgivable sin.
The creature inside you,
Is eating at your soul,
Your flesh is so warm,
How's your heart ice cold.
You've conquered your skills,
You can diffuse my mind,
I know I can't see well,
But now I guess I'm blind.
You played me like a fiddle,
Then locked me in a case,
You satisfied my lips,
Just to spit into my face.
You were the mighty shepard,
As I walked a shepard's lamb,
Now I can walk alone,
Because I'm a grown man.
If you would have stayed,
I'd be like a slave way back,
I still love you baby,
But I don't want you back.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-12-07 at 19:19
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