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Retirement
Green eyes only turn black
Like the shadows who whisper about
The talents that I lack.
Screams like a banshee when
I try to shine my light
It's simple to see like
The pathetic words that I write.
Call it a freebie, a pass or a farewell,
She turns the church of love into a
Firery jail cell.
An eternity of hell
is better than spending
One more day with you...
Following the white rabbit will only
Leave you jipped,
Should have known better as a kid
I'd only end up being tricked.
When it comes to the bare minimum
We hardly meet the requirements,
Cutting off the life line just call it
Retirement.
Like the shadows who whisper about
The talents that I lack.
Screams like a banshee when
I try to shine my light
It's simple to see like
The pathetic words that I write.
Call it a freebie, a pass or a farewell,
She turns the church of love into a
Firery jail cell.
An eternity of hell
is better than spending
One more day with you...
Following the white rabbit will only
Leave you jipped,
Should have known better as a kid
I'd only end up being tricked.
When it comes to the bare minimum
We hardly meet the requirements,
Cutting off the life line just call it
Retirement.
Published 19th Nov 2015
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This is a great poem ,you obviously have talent and i dig your style and hardcore rawness. hope things get better, i myself am in an ocean of misery, just trying to escape all the pain and the suffering, .,,i lost what i truly loved, and partner in crime , so now i just destroy my self body and mind.
