Pz-avatarby Cerebral Slake07 Feb 2014

One of those shattered glass days

Where resistance broke with no bass

Sweet heat couldn't melt my face

Stone cold, my lips pulled me out of my race

This time I grasped it

Comfy in a position by my last seat

A step further, I strutted

3 years backwards, I stuttered

Sparking feelings that will hurt me

Hindered by the fact that I have lost me

All the burden that I carry for naught

The anchor that dragged me back to court

I must atone for my listlessness before a grand jury

A ruthless, faceless jury with intent on injury

And just like that, I reside here again

Bemoaning my rotten luck, again.