thejunkyardprocession revamped | Page 49

“Every Wants In A Wild” She documented for me a time A spell I could not decode And every once in a while I begin to feel her corrode Such is life She played the role for a while Of an insufferable concubine And every once in a while I begin to wonder what’s really mine Such is life There is no way to explain No way to explain away living flesh A soul with fake limbs barely attached Lives in a day dream world when the sun is up A nightmare when darkness comes A nightmare during the day rings true Like a body hitting pavement in the middle of the courtyard blues And when the hours begin to slow I can feel parts of me still frozen in time They've sent me letters from 20 years ago, Asking for some kind of sign And there she is again, in the distance Pouring corrosive acid over the mind field Dares me to exercise free will There's no way to explain- 49