May 2, 2013 § Leave a comment

never turn your eyes sour on an American fable
keep pitchin till u sink one cross the plate
let your eyes flicker in the dim
we never could really get a grip of
letting ghosts whisper to our only fountain of hope
drowning in radio
never take your eyes off the trap
peepers fail in a blink of an eye
close and don’t open back
detoxing off that oxygen
we stopped praying again
lord bring me back after I fled


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