deny me

Dec

2009

wrapped

warped

writhing

i tithe

i make amends on

you i can't depend

oh i see it was

something i believed

in you i couldn't see

with you i couldn't be

decoy you pretend

you pretend to clear

the way in which i saw

was my final flaw

your forgery i blankly own

i bought, and sold

reclaim my power

i bought your mold

sold i soldier

and move toward

you blank your sodden your sword

i sit and spin upon your dagger

my worth gives birth to your

opportunity to misappropriate the advantage of the game you play

with you i will not stay

picket fences

you wrap around

denial a-plenty

fancy unmended, bended i sit untended

you can't deny it