I wake up and feel tired
of sleep and his restless dreams
I never loved the violence that
the days of old brought to me
And never had a crutch for the
feelings to redeem
My words belonged to wisdom
As long as magic was my friend
And until I was coolin' down
my certainty unkind
I took a ride to deserts
On which I learned to tolerate
A levelgrown so high
And in between the sunshine
I've found a place to recover from the night
I searched for soul to answer
A mighty discussionof wealth
And guest to me was death
He bitterst of sll friends
Together we at last forgot
How hell was given in
To all the cats of fire
Who sweat in laughing sin
And tears I cried found valleys
Where childish fear got low
down to the birth of
language, the most of morning's
soul. For me it is desire ..
to go the line towards
This world of rake and fire
And with all broken hearts.
Tomorrow is a new day
And I know I will not fall.
But should this soul be older than
I'd rather call you up to be tall
Even taller than me, who is a devil
in laws...untilI can name a reckless
moonchild to my very own call.
©apoetsjaws
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