Hasenfefer: For Elizabeth
 

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enticing and vibrant, like zippers I'm drawn close
my concerns are verbose, still silence I mourn most
searching for new feels like old coats not worn in ages
born in cages, innocence taxed like garnished wages
comfort and safety both distant like foreign concepts
turn and face most of my days with a boring contempt
painfully content, lackluster days leave me uninspired
age has grown bitter round me, still cold under fire
my wonders mire me in pits where i remain in stealth
at a loss for words, still i struggle to explain myself
mundane is wealth to a man who cant give his pain away
and lifes a game persay one you must be insane to play
so hit stop, who's gonna be there when the shit drops
too many times seen my friends dip like skipped rocks
so i fight the tides of hate with fists full of scar tissue
and hold you at a distance, cuz I'm afraid that I'll miss you