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Friday, 12 February 2016

Yank Away The Bandage


Yank Away The Bandage
Free me from the bondage
Brainwashed by years of mortgage
Liberate my fears from roughage
Spread hard your worthless hate
Engulfed by lies of late
Covered up the wounds for centuries
By leaves painted to blend to skin type
Tease me with dreams you so hype
Encoded by a world filled with lies
Awakened by a painful reality
All i agree is fine By me





My Friends are either pointing
Or blame me for my neutral standings
I remind you all its a free world
Yet you bombard my walls with calls
Past hunts with stuck sins
Far gone from square wheels
I fight hard to stay relevant
Even though many things I can't
Somehow I fight till my dream floats
Screaming and screech from my throat
Can't help but be a stubborn goat
And dress up in my many coats

Yank away the bandage
Squeal more the planned ache
Salt wound I'm just numb
Spreading news plastered scum
Move slow it bleeds out
Betrayed me by bailing now
Run around till I find
Where I belong in my mind
Addicted to histamines
Evicted the allergies
Never to be in denial
As I go through all the trials
Armed tall with ancient shields
All my pain would only yield
Lessons start when it starts to flow
Blessings stop once you go
Battle hard to get it right
Scars appear from all the fights
I watch my open wounds
And cover them with cotton wool
You fill it up with upbeat spirit
I cover it with flexible adhesive
My battle scars make me loud
As I rip it off and shout out


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