Subject: Meribah

Mood: abused
Music: Nirvana's "Rape Me"

Creativity restrained
A spirit wrapped in chains
Body raped of soul
With no one to console

Creativity oppressed
suppressed
repressed

A body in motion
with no one at the helm
meandering in and out of storms
through layers of hell

I was playing in my room
I was brushing Barbie's hair
I was talking to my posters
with transluscent ones who care

You call me down
Even though I sleep
You call me down
While I am in need
You call me down
You call me down

So now I've got my notebooks
with my notes and stories
Tales of love and action
Rewriting history

Creativity addressed
expressed
undressed

I rage in ragged verse
despiration at the helm
steering me through storms
that the ouroborous forms

I was writing in my room
I was penning my distress
I was talking to myself
And my imaginery friends

You call me down
Leave me the hell alone!
You call me down
You call me down
You calm me down

- dearjoan's shadow


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