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One Last Crime


I’ve chased my tail down a hole now the boatmen wants my soul His bony hand held out to me I have no value, can’t he see It’s so dark in this place when I’m gone there’ll be no trace

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The Rumor Mill


I’m a slut I’m a whore you’re just jealous you’re a bore Sleep with you? I said no way your ego bruised now go away Now I hear I was a slut the rumors spread I see you strut Sad

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My Presences Expected


There is a rumor of a seat right up front reserved for me The whispers say it’s been there since the very start the original chair It’s never moved never replaced just waiting for me Always kept clean a fresh

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Too Much at Once


I could see them all their evil grins stand and waiting for me to give in Their whispers come to me on the icy cold breeze “Soon it’s over again we’ll be free!” Out of breath and panic setting in

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I Am Were


Pen to ink ink to scroll let it be known this comes from my soul. I’ve lived my life by chance they’d say stalking the night sleeping the day. There was a time it seems far away when night was

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A Lump of Clay and an Artist


Shall we begin? She asked. I envision the stool though it was a couch Her hands on mine she sat on the other side of the room Hands in place clay on the wheel Time to mold a masterpiece well

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Lights, Camera, Action!


Another night in my sad sad hole wishing I could be made whole cutting lines into my skin begging forgiveness for my sin The pain I feel in my soul will not let me feel whole the lines I cut

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