So Control (Me)

Jan 7, 09

Taken away by the breath of screams,
And the smolder in painted finger tips,
By passing freedom for what's free.
Love is payed in pain; so forget that.

Take this parchment written in blood-
Your heart's ink writes as you read:
'String are broke -Chords are smashed'
Just as you play them and sing.

This is a freedom march of ballet feet,
Which spin only in circles around-around,
In circles of hell and past the many gates.
Oh please lord, wear the matching leotard.

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Fake my death in harmony with the sun's set
That's how I'd like it to go. So control (me).
So I can control me; death life and breath.
Breathing isn't living and dead isn't death.