by Roxanne Tracy

Created on: September 07, 2008

~Sought~

I want this harassment stopped.
I could take you from skin to bone
Enigmatic, you speak, you mocked me
even as we spent each other,
Come on now, would you honestly admit that I would say
you rocked me.

So here we are, you gave the mystics time to play
Silly, silly what piano keys should I fingertip in this
empty I am,
this empty that I am in your mausoleum.
Your guitar black, so the current between you and the strings
dont write the songs from within, oh cutie girl, it's always whim.

Stop the harassment, your solution to absolving the chasm
your defense, rife with predictability. It will be all the rest,
no you won't.
You prefer your deadness, your escape
Your sense of your weak enlightenment.
Stop, stop, stop, stop,
What happened to creativity? To arrogance? You
sought it, you sought it, you got it, you got it...

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