Written in a blood soaked metaphor,
You seduce my dignity.
A trip wire, regrets tumble around you.
Solicit your independence,
Engage in combat.
Meek references falter,
Extend a dormant frontier.
Darkened rain seems to,
Drown you amongst friends.
A decision made with contempt
Twenty-five lions
In an over crowded nest
Line their paws with
‘Advice’
A vice best left to catatonics.















Comments
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JAMIE KING
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
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JAMIE KING
the first stanza was particularily good
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"Your second-hand smoke"
Brand New are so friggen joy I just lurve em!
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