Saturday, September 10, 2011

Michael won't you sleep?
To allow your conscience a moment to weep?
No of course not, that would be admitting defeat.
Delusions of grandeur control you, a fleeting feat

Won't you open your heart for us?
Don't you have something to discuss?
I thought I was someone you could trust
I saw your heart sink into the ocean
You didn't even make a commotion

Could this be the tides of a hard lesson?
The knowledge that your contrived pain would never lessen?
I know you believe the solution is solitude
But you must realize that answer is crude
Yes, even though for the meantime you can only brood
In the depths of your mind you do require the same food

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