Behind The Belt
Grant L
Mrs. St. Jean
LA# 2
My heartbeat quickens
I reach for the door
The butterflies thicken
I long to see what’s in store
A buzzing sound comes to ear
I wish it would die
It’s impossible to hear
I wish I could cry
Through all the burning
Through all the pain
The chaos is churning
It’s starting to gain
A million voices
So many flaws
A million excuses
They reach with gnarled claws
As if from the shadows
Hope arrives
Coming from the gallows
As I tie the black clothe to my side
To myself I am grinning
I know deep inside
This is just the beginning
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