Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Fickle sin.

Such besting pain befalls my veins
So slight one dawn it crippled me
Your stranded limbs flew like an encore
I sought for land but found your shore

Cocophony bleed my body dry
I tried but knew not what for
And here a stand a sorry man
On some old street at someone's door

Follow me, be with me still
I pondered against fury
I'd bless your banks against my will
And stand before your jury

But time it heels and my hard skin
Grew over all those nerves
That danced for you like fickle sin
More so than you deserved

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