Strung Out

Title: Strung Out

It's the violence
Of your silence
That's taking seed
Inside of me

And when it's born
It's like a thorn
That's cutting deep
From your mystique
By day and night
It's pulling tight
And strangles me
In the breeze

I'm letting go
Like all your clothes
Out on the line
Just like your crime
Left high and dry
With all your lies

 

Story-line conceived & written:
    6/6/2009
Section gaps & title created:
    7/27/2009

 

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