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Saved


I wouldn't mind being saved,
If I thought it was worth the bother,

I mean I'm so used to saving myself,
Anyway,

Saving face, running from my fears,

Saving the world, if I thought I could
help in any way,

Saviour behaviours are everywhere,

I don't see myself being saved
Like that...

I can't saviour the moment
Or save the dead bird that got
Crashed into,

I can't save the speeding car
That did it,

I can't save a place in heaven,
Cause I've done some bad things
As well,

I mean I 'm looking forward
To hell, which couldn't be
Any worse than up here,

But to go back all the time,
In your mind...

Back...always to the begining,

Where the cloud of thinking
Drives you blind,

Save - save - save -

What?

This stinking old place?

What does a nice person have to
Do with me,

A smiling, conniving, reviving,
Generosity,

That doesn't last!

I tear the goodness out of me
With a big shiny spoon,

And eat my heart, to see if
I have any...

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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