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Artifical man
Been awake way to long
Stay asleep, I never been so wrong
But its my mind, life-flower of the dead
Made my mind up, and rolled in bed
Never change, I am disengaged
Its alright, so I am told
By those who never backstroked
Down a pipe that ends in ruins
I am glue of traps
I am you're shame-shroud
Just an artificial man
Passing through
Stunning in its shine
Fellow teardrop
River-running salt licker
Swiftly swiping my flicker
And the sounding board
For fighting nights
All my pride, asleep
The hate, so great
My fallacy, a fantasy
I'm an artificial man
Passing through
This reality I never belong too
The hanging tree drips with dew
As midnight comes crashing through
Like an ocean wave
Been siting all its thrill
But now I've had my fill
And I was long gone..
I was long gone through...
...when I was ten
I hope I'd live again
I die now and then
Raped by sticky fingers
And they still linger
I lost you in the maze
In the black haze
Of lost words, and yesterdays
Dressed in your finery
Fighting in my army
Within
I am an artificial man
Just fading through
Stay asleep, I never been so wrong
But its my mind, life-flower of the dead
Made my mind up, and rolled in bed
Never change, I am disengaged
Its alright, so I am told
By those who never backstroked
Down a pipe that ends in ruins
I am glue of traps
I am you're shame-shroud
Just an artificial man
Passing through
Stunning in its shine
Fellow teardrop
River-running salt licker
Swiftly swiping my flicker
And the sounding board
For fighting nights
All my pride, asleep
The hate, so great
My fallacy, a fantasy
I'm an artificial man
Passing through
This reality I never belong too
The hanging tree drips with dew
As midnight comes crashing through
Like an ocean wave
Been siting all its thrill
But now I've had my fill
And I was long gone..
I was long gone through...
...when I was ten
I hope I'd live again
I die now and then
Raped by sticky fingers
And they still linger
I lost you in the maze
In the black haze
Of lost words, and yesterdays
Dressed in your finery
Fighting in my army
Within
I am an artificial man
Just fading through
Published 29th Jul 2015
| Edited 31st Aug 2015
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Anonymous
30th Jul 2015 2:03pm
This is very intense: at some points it reads a little difficult and the next thing, the thoughts flow like a waterfall! It may be an artificial man, but the feelings are as real as it gets.
1st Aug 2015 1:48am
I am glad it struck a cord with you. I thank you for the read and comment:)
29th Aug 2015 2:25am
I found this by accident and it jerked me into your reality.
Obviously by your poetry
you are most certainly no fallasy.
You are way to self aware
To not be there
You are man.
Darlin, if i were you, for impact and readability. Id stop at...just fadin through.
Not thats thete arent great things in the last of it. But it would be a perfect ending.
But even if you dont, great stuff, will be readin more.
🚬💋J
Obviously by your poetry
you are most certainly no fallasy.
You are way to self aware
To not be there
You are man.
Darlin, if i were you, for impact and readability. Id stop at...just fadin through.
Not thats thete arent great things in the last of it. But it would be a perfect ending.
But even if you dont, great stuff, will be readin more.
🚬💋J
31st Aug 2015 2:40am
Well I will certainly consider doing that, I thank you for the wonderful suggestion, the kind comment, and of course for reading. All very much appreciated!:)
