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Lay your discomforts here.

by Jared Orlando

A night on fire
Rustles through a solemn empty desire
On rooftops of painted glass and maybe
Ill toggle with the rain
Come to me
In dress of beauty soaked in
And around again we are deeper in
Where the night only knows
So tell me
Just tell me im contagious
That the walls are a knowing blockade
Ill go through them in a ghastly charade
So tell me
Tell me im the only
Man in tattered clothing
That still can tell his story
From dust-covered books in the ground
A night like tonight
Can only bring a streetlight
To lay upon us in the dusk
Fixing upon us like an iron glove
And it pains me
When the blankets are about me
Seeing the ghosts all around you
And knowing they are what you wear
A look of crooked disposition
And it pains me
You have no resolve
And it pains me
That your eyes are empty
That your heart is heavy
That your world is gone
And It still pains me
Now that the railing has got you
The parachutes have stopped you
Now that the rough, dry hands have caught you
Friends are cavernous and boredom in you
You stand alight and crippled
You are happy and jealous
You are satisfied and dangerous
You are beautiful and bleak
And it pains me

01/18/2008

Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando

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