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The Web Poetry Corner - Daniel Bradbury - Circle Glass

Circle Glass

by

Daniel Bradbury

Who is dese voices
In my soul?
Who is dese people
Hangin' round me dat I don't know?
Where is the good times
That I was swore?
Who is this evil,
This putrecence,
This whore?
For the moment I am me
Got the chance to be who I be.
So, come inside my circle glass
You just might get the chance
To see me
for who I am
Instead of just seeing my masking scam.
So, hold my hand
& shut your mouth
Too old to love
Too young to die
Too rich to give
Too poor to cry
Too alone to break free
& too surrounded to be me.
Mischief comes
in the shape of a gun
In my hands
in the mother land
Can you stop me
w/ your prayers?
Can you stop me
w/ your guns?
Can you stop me
w/ your hands?
Can you stop me
w/ your tongues?
You can't stop me,
So, you might as well come into my circel glass
Where you just might have the chance
To be free
from who I am
I'm just sleeping w/ the damned.
Nothing more.
Nothing more
No more
No more.
Come into my circle glass (X2)
Into my circle glass (X5)
Circle glass (X3)
I sacrifice
myself
To set you all free
I sacrifice
myself
On an alter of hate!
I'm bleeding on the dust
Leave the sand
to me
Just come to me
w/ all of your lust.
I need your body
I need your body
Come into my circle glass

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