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Say Uncle

Say Uncle

Most of the time I can’t escape the strife
At every turn I’m sliding up against somebody’s knife
All the butterflies in my stomach have died
And I ain’t got nothing left worth a goddamned fight
I wish I was brave, like my mother
Despite the lack of air, she never smothered

Truth ain’t nothing but lust and disgust
Compromised again by someone I trust
My brittle heart’s broken lying in its own dust
My head hangs down it’s underhanded, unjust
I wish I brave like my mother
She always had her own back, she never needed another

The desperate mind of love prohibited
Starving demented magnetically dark
Rapes its victims painfully slow
Secretly festering in puddles of un-pure desire
Reeking of emotionally unclean
Continually misunderstood feeling
Crying in alibi pain
Suspiciously alone
Tormented.

Everything turns out so hollow and mean
A little unholy and a little obscene
One thing I know there ain’t no difference between
Holding on tight or letting go of your dreams
I wish I brave like my mother
Solid as a rock no matter what she suffered
Written by Battered-Suitcases (Battered Suitcases)
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Author's Note
From our debut album "Oblivion" 2017 on Dead Beat Records
A poem about betrayal and neglect.
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