Break Down

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a story of pain without the knowledge to heal yet....

Submitted: January 05, 2007

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Break Down

 

What kind of god smiles at this?

Laughing so hard his son's side splits

Put a dagger in me as well

Can't crucify what you can't justify

Justice? Peace? Equality?

Where's it at? I'd like to know

Stop these winds, they're out of control

They're breaking me down again

As I'm stuck in this hole

A hand I'd like to hold

To break me from this mold

But my hand always breaks

Before my grasp holds firm

Look in the mirror to see what was created

MutilationDegradationComplication

Lack of communication in every way

Only left with a communication breakdown

It's breaking down

I'm breaking down

 

No building up, we're dooming ourselves

Putting the world on a shelf

Instead of giving needed help

Only looking for given wealth

Take the Queen, there's still the king

A chosen knight

Checkmate

 

 

 


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