Twisted and knotted,
The cat's got your tongue.
You ask for a bullet,
I'll give you a gun.
Searching for answers,
Racking your brain.
Thoughts become muddled,
Happiness feigned.
Piece words together,
Lined up on a string.
Struggling for balance,
Soon faltering.
Your soul is unstable,
You've tripped on your feet.
Face in the asphalt,
Rocks in your teeth.
Your medicine's rancid.
Now you've got a taste.
You're crawling and begging,
Pleading for an escape.
[January 20th, 2005]














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