The speaking
How I love to see the miseryCreeping in to cover me
Deep within I seek those storms
In my dreams I kiss the thorns
I strike the snake with a stick
Trying to make it bite
I kick the sleeping bear
Attempts to piss him off
How I love to see my pain
Sneaking on the floor
Watching me carefully
Waiting for me to fall
I put my hand in the lion's mouth
Giving him a treat if he wants
I shoot rocks at the elephant
Come get me giant of the land
How I love to see that hate
Rushing around in the room
Trying to make me crash and burn
Into his walls of silent words
I walk through the burning fire
Letting her lick my skin
Deep within I'm not burned by her
That only the speaking can do
How I hate to see the speaking
Walking to my place
They can burn with flames of hell
without saying a phrase
Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-10-01 at 22:13
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