Stumbling, Raw and beleaguered
Leading to all you’ve figured.
Discombobulated and bleeding
Lacking everything you’ve been needing
Stumble on your feet and words.
Another being led by the herds.
No more passion of grace
just a dumbfounded stare on your face.
Just raw emotions on a tangent
leading to wonder what it ever meant.
Sell your self-control
Go off and just fuck over your soul.
Say fuck it all, No point anymore,
So forget it all and walk out the door.
No more promises of memory bliss.
No marriage sealed with a kiss.
Just this discombobulation
of my utter depravation
to my love allocation
given to this heart’s nation.

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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