Take it all Back

Searching for freedom
That I can't find
Just like Jesus
With maggots
In his eyes
That turn his tears
To fine wine
Sometimes I miss the
Ghosts
Of old friends
Strung out on
Dope
Sometimes I say
I love them
But I lie
And don't regret
Saying goodbye
Another man
Without a doubt
Just a fool and
I don't care
It tickles when they
Turn on
The electric chair
I've paid the piper
In purgatory
With a knife
In his neck I
Made the memories
Die in glory
Sent them dead
And bitter cold
To that
Great Big I Don't Know
The wreckage of
The past
Shoved up my ass
Doused in
Out of date
Sour gas
Charring my soul
Turned to black
Walking a road
Paved in
Broken glass
I wanna take
It all back

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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