Sunday, March 15, 2015


Show me your poor in big, sprawling houses
Give me the freedom of feeling rich
Tell me about tragedies never told
Multiply misconceptions tenfold

Drag me under your salted influence
Surround me with sins, both great and small
Save me from my forgotten faith tonight
Steal all hope before it’s too, damn bright

Carry my weight, so that I know no pain
Detest my problems to allow me shame
Cancel all beliefs not aligned with yours
Threaten me with nothing but closed doors

Place my reality within your hands
Then leave me dry, wishing for your warmth
Keep me dependent upon only your touch

Love me. Am I asking you for much?

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