let me take you to a spider's web
where the butterflies nap
dreaming of false promises and lost prophecies
a wicked tongue speaks aloud
feeding famine its last meal
hunger reached its apex and fed into
false teachings that “constant is always”
we all have been traced and drawn into fragile emotions
ink from fading tattoos leak from the edges of a
righteous sermon written on backs of the damned
let me step outside
squint my eyes
i see the movie crash
we all need protection
we all have fractured and broken parts
don't let me be that monster
jrg 2007
Copyright © 2009 by Jeff R. Ghee
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