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 Waste Me (from Chanteuse)


Waste Me

I
Am the saddest prisoner

The worst kind
(if a good one exists)

A white balloon--
No color to entice the eye--

Held by an unwitting hand
That should mercifully
Release the string that keeps me
Hovering just above life--
Able to see everything
But be part of nothing

I look at the sea
To set me free
But I'm just left behind

So waste me, waste me
Like a wick in the wind
I burn within
But give no light

I am swallowed and mocked by the night

The sea glories before me
But the Jordan is dry
And healing won't come

Waste me, waste me
Like a wick in the wind

Or remove the blindfold
Let me see the end

That extinguishes
Every thought and memory

Sept. 10/Oct. 5, 2011




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