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If You don't carry me
Lord, I think they'll bury me
Underneath their tainted hands
Lord, just help me understand
Raise me up from the depths
Carry me, Lord, step by step
See my fear and see my doubt
Grab hold of them and cast them out
Raise me up, oh Lord, on high
Let love downpour so I never dry
For in this desert, Lord, I see
I'll be buried if You don't carry me
somewhere in my
treasure cove
I've taken you
out of my mouth,
aligned you to the
pulps of my lips
and have begun to whisper
to you, all of the ways you've
made me
pulse.
I think I lost you today
somewhere between
good morning
and having nothing to say
when you know it
cause it feels different
like I should have been more self-aware
and you suddenly appear distant
not like you pushed me
you just told me to stay
so i'm sitting here lost
wishing my flesh away
so I don't have to feel you
or even dream it up
I think I heard what you said girl
but those words aren’t enough
cause my chest is inhaling
all the air off this shift
& this change in our atmosphere
has denied what I wished
should I forget it ?
forget it
i see signs in your dip
and now alone is how I leave you
and that's suddenly it
The vulture, the girl, the boy**
The door rumbled and chills ran down my spine
It was time, she said, to fall beneath her hell
As quickly as she unlocked the door
A burst of stale burning air rushed through
And her neck was wrung like a bird
She became the vultures prey
He gorged on her fragile frame
Crushing her like an empty soda can
The blood rushed through her skin
She was swollen and crimson on the surface
But black inside as death took shelter
She lost it all at last to the devils hands
He left her alone to fight the evil she was dealt
But she lost the war long before the battles
Her desires tasted like salt
Burning her wounds from all her life
They dried her out like a desert
Where she choked on sand that blinded her
The boy never knew how much she needed him
He’ll never know how much he meant
Since fear shackled her to the ground
And the vulture feasted on her heart
That caused her to leave without a sound
I am
as
quick
as your
tongue.
and or sharp
and I often wonder
why I come back
to you like I do
when all you do
is get up
and leave
me like an
old wet towel
that's gotten
too many
stains and
rips and not
enough
fibers
for you to
use.
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