The Watch
Come to me you thread of a guy
no need to hide, its true-you know your slay.
Appearing to be in truce,
but as the time with pure in-take glows;
every peice of truce is in a rebellion recluse.
Watch the night pass the sky,
watch me take a breath in sigh,
your unravelling, sweet secrets are drowning.
Watching as you fall apart,
take another round on the mary-go-round,
spin your head, now spin back in!
say your prayers and become one...
Watch me as I run...
watch me as I reach my slumber.
Finally peace! but yet no thunder.
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