AnkerdineMature

Tripping on the concrete grooves
of a jaundiced afternoon
I’ve got a cancer blooming inside of me
and I can’t let it wilt

Digging into my body with a silver tongue
just to look into God’s eyes
Before I know it, it’s next week
and I’m running low on white

I’m gathering my works
and I’m shooting somewhere
in Ankerdine

Veins flow like paths to nowhere
and I’m stuck in a dead end
One way or the shit will fall
from the roof of my mind

I’m gathering my works
and I’m shooting somewhere
in Ankerdine

The End

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