Sinecure

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Deepest thoughts and feelings. Please tell me what you think.

 

Rid me of this hollow soul

A fractured heart, a splitting bone

Vacant sensation of heavy stomach

Troubled breathing, no sleeping

Ignite my veins and worried rights

Fulfil my psyche – your twisted mind

Embrace my all, I'm yours I'm yours

Daddy plays the game just as well as we do

You cannot ruin if you did not build

Shatter the walls, steel the mill

Sell me the pills that explode the thrills

Man oh man, I beg to be mine

To own, to hold, to call, to slaughter

Gold and gold to charge my soul

Wake me and make me and break me

My modern sinecure, I adore you, so.


Submitted: June 02, 2012

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Ian Dawn

I loveb teh way you wove the path to teh end of this. Its very revieling in subtle ways and your quest to find teh one to ignite you is not over me thinks.

Sun, June 3rd, 2012 11:13pm

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Thank you so much!!!

Sun, June 3rd, 2012 10:58pm

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