Shake off the cobwebs,
let's arm ourselves to the hilt,
any my life is a pinball machine
on everlasting tilt.
I'm just so smug
to think I can change everything on my own,
but my vigilante spirit repeats,
"go it alone."
So lay down your gun,
and hand it to me.
I'll loan you my body,
and let you live through me.
This is all I can offer.
I have nothing else to give.
Just my mind, and body
and a demeanor sober as piss.
Talk through me,
put your words into my mouth.
I'll make a promise
that I'll try to spit them out.
I will fight to the bitter end,
until I'm nothing but a bloody mess,
the ink I've spilled and smeared,
on this paper,
will make it all worth it. |
Submission Name: Live Through Me
