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[bodytext] => A line is defined as a representation of a lighter patch meeting a darker one. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come back to the surface Can’t you see the line? You can’t move it; You’re still indulging in a World of licks and liquor But minding your manners Going to church on Sundays And trying to write out people like me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see the line is truth? Neither dark nor light We can’t touch it No-one told us it was there Yet we knew it was As sure as instinct Surer than God As sure as our very souls. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deep down inside you know I’m right Drunken creatures of the night Sexed up; trying to be free Forgetting the smell of purity Don’t you want to see Everything that we can be Leave the world the way it was Discover something new? Nah, you’ll let it fall to waste Ignoring existential flaws -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Listen I want to help. Stop trying to ***** me Stop trying to ***** me over I wont let you tear me down From my perch above Your dark, decadent, under-ground Hell I am not the ground you walk on And the lines you’ve broken I’ll draw back The way they were meant to be. That’s why I hold the pen. Is this how you are meant to be Is it really what you want? I thought not. Stop Destroying your livers too fast Breaking your hymens too soon Crossing the lines you Never gave yourselves the chance to draw -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I come holding the pen. I come holding your second chance. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ladyaryssa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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