Golden brown sheet
Whose touch cannot be fed
Though it grabs discarded darkness beneath the bed
Smacking nightstand
To pry open droors
Though it hugs old, crumpled shirts
And stretches to touch the wooden floor
I think I get it now
but couldn't say
Since I was too young
To see things went that way
I'm sorry that i failed to see
How he dangled the option to be free
Of Aphrodite's opposition
Golden brown sheet
Defiant river from broken dam
Sublime symbols of natures hand
The fiery, fading sins of man
Are both devoured within it's misleading hug
Intrusive Boa loitering to spy
As books and papers converse about the tide
And Half-eaten plastic wrappers look up into the sky
Contemplating their own existence
While failing to realize...
I think I get it now
You were hiding withdrawals during the day
Scars and wounds you patched with tape
The price of longing for escape
Stuck you between two worlds of flexion
Made you slave, addict to his affection
But little girls and boys don't see life die
Lovers within the moon's disguise
Melt beneath sunlight
Golden Brown sheet
Opens the inn but locks all doors
Trapping victims in psychosomatic war
Once release they come back for more
Finding a mid-wife to neglected rapport
Helping couples conceive both lovers and whores
The whores come out but never breathe
A Conceited king corrupt with greed
Invites you in to drink his Meade
With hands indeed both stoic and brash
Kissing shoes and socks before they can ask
They chain YOU to bed.. don't they?
As he slips from out their grasp
I think I get it now
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