dark ages

This time of the month he still follows me home

the mind, mind you, binds no attention to reason

believing he lives here, in the forefront of fear

and refusing to go when I ask him to leave

 

 

Your hope has been wasted on futile endeavors

your kindness poured out on most excellent lovers

O cry me a river that runs through the rainbow

I’ll show you my colors both and comely and true

if only you’d give me the chance to assure you

and stop wasting time on a world with no sense.

 

I’m not gonna listen you black never ender

you endless imposter assaulting my rhythm

the calendar tells me the chemicals battle

my mind is made up and the doomed one is you.

 

 

 

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