GypsyI am much too awkward for you to manage me still I think it’s precious you’d try to damage me Even if you catch me I can’t be confined You had better not loose something you can’t bindGypsy
I can’t stand convention I crave autonomy I feel claustrophobic in my own body Still uncomfortable in this box you provide I won’t crush my soul down, so It fits inside
You find me uncouth, when I tell the truth, Your diagnostic is that I’m caustic
You call me a gypsy if I choose to roam
Ritual KillingRitual KillingRitual Killing
I ask again, mechanically, For you to save and cover me. But I'm not fooling anyone,
We both know I'm empty Why seal this hollow vessel,
When there's nothing left to keep? And if there's still a soul in here Then its been put to sleep. I'm haunting this me shaped void, Floating behind my eyes And when I say I'm dead, No one seems surprised. Fighting these constant fires,
Burned everything to dust, And all my un-cried tears, Turned anything left to rust. I was so sure I was living, But I've become a gh
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path's straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6
*Clubs* ~MartialArtsClub777 | =Jesus-loves-You | ~dAWriterStrike
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path's straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6
*Clubs* ~MartialArtsClub777 | =Jesus-loves-You | ~dAWriterStrike
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