Long walks with my temper take me down a dead end street
In contemplation; where do we start at the end?
Before I could collect myself
I'm vaccumed in by a figure's armspread with fiery gasps
Of iron-air, cornered in my circle of 'friends'
Won't she speak to you?
Emptied on the floor were the shells of my defenses,
Placing in her own bullets of condescendence
Those people shafted me
Of my own social weaponry
dave
In contemplation; where do we start at the end?
Before I could collect myself
I'm vaccumed in by a figure's armspread with fiery gasps
Of iron-air, cornered in my circle of 'friends'
Won't she speak to you?
Emptied on the floor were the shells of my defenses,
Placing in her own bullets of condescendence
Those people shafted me
Of my own social weaponry
dave
