Gag Reflex
You tell me I’m a bad soul,
slowly rotting with no control.
So I stick my finger down my throat,
reach the back and almost choke.
I’ll purge myself and start again,
embracing faith, ignoring sin.
But it’s hard to tell how far to go,
I can’t reach my high or find my low.
Then suddenly I realize
you’ve dimmed the fire in my eyes
and taken all I used to be
and put it under lock and key.
I don’t want to be like that,
so you can have your “lessons” back.
I’ll raise my fist and break the glass
and you can fucking kiss my ass.
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PrettyOddposted on 07/04/2008
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