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Are You Covered?Your soul is like a vicious fire that consumes my very being.
Your smoke blind me as you steal my soul.
Your embers burn my frame away, so you can destroy my heart.
But a fire cannot melt a heart of gold,
And there is no use to steal a soul that is old.
They are priceless, they are all I have, and they must be saved.
So, I extinguish your fire with my tears
And mend my wounds with written words.
After the fire has died down,
I am to search through thr remains and salvage,
In order to be whole again.
But it is useless, because the fire had won.
Everything was consumed.
So, I will start anew, cautious if your burning soul,
And will definately get fire insurance.
Opaque SheetsThese sheets,
These plain white sheets have many uses.
I can put them over my window and block out the sun.
I can spread it on my floor and have an authentic rug.
Wrap it around myself, and I can keep myself warm.
Cover my head, and I can have the perfect hiding spot.
But this sheets...
These plain white sheets have been abused.
I witness the naked shells of friends use these sheets as weponds.
They cover their mouths and utter unspeakable words
Directed at each other.
They would spread the sheets over each others' eyes and beat them senseless.
As they would lie there blinded in pain, they would curse the others to die.
And then, they hang themselves with the sheets.
It was a massacure of self-genecide,
And there was no one left to clean the mess.
So I tied my sheet around my neck, and became their saving grace.
Body after body, I released them from their nooses onto the ground.
I drapped the sheets over them,
To cover their shame, and to cover their sins.
Each of them covered, it made
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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