NAKED WALL
listen too the tears
running down the wine glass that never stained
there too late to pay tomorrows rent
yesterdays already here
spent 30 days
spent 30 nights
staying drunk with you
writing poetry on the walls
your yellow hair washed me every forgotten dawn
we touched in torture
scream inside me
for i am all you see
trade the scented grave
i will pay all i have to save
rise up fight out
from clay and doubt
Another tear strikes the vision quest
runs clear in disguised red
picture frames jailed for moments sin
i awake in frozen plan
staked out in this human land
left behind in fake call
eyes can bleed
when they swallow the shrine
hated mistaken hung by the vine
a month writing on walls
was devine
i hear you cover the face now
and talk to the clouds
fingers dont know you
with beauty never allowed
nakedness
drinking
poetry
where we tore of each others smiles
and capture allowed
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