Nose bleeds
R.E.M stage dreams
Spider on the sill of the window
Needy needs
Small talk, potpourri
The curtains billow from the whispers the wind blows
I had a feeling
You would be calling
About how you’re falling
Into your grave
You try to amend me
Abuse and condescend me
Try to persuade
That I need to be saved
And in the meanwhile
You’re losing your guile
Just like I lost
The urge to stay
Because I fell too many times
For your traps and your lies
To believe the disguise
You’re trying to display
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Nice piece of writing, my friend!
For me this creates not only a rhythm, but a beat! Well done.