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"Weave"

I've spun your words into a web
Upon which I've laid my head
To rest until I can find the strength
Loving nothing but the rain
Drowning in the puddle by the drain
Swimming through emotions already spent

Watching mistakes tumble out
Dripping from the corners of your mouth
Until I am forced to look away
Wanting to believe the lies
To turn them into my allies
Someone to listen to what I have to say

Deviance wells up in your eyes
The kind of tears that will never dry
Rolling, streaking the rouge on your cheek
Leaving the past sitting locked away
Awaiting the time it can see the light of day
When it will be allowed to speak

Black rings swell under your eyes
The result of misfortune gone awry
Destroying the beauty you once possessed
The portrait of life that you were
Your maladies slowly stir
Into a collage of all that is sick or depressed

And you slowly leak your life
Out into the open air
Watching it evaporate
Too much for you to spare

And you begin to feel
There's nothing left inside
The gauges showing empty
You heart beating at low tide

And you start to think
You may not be able to refuel
That you will run a drought
While drowning in a pool

And your thoughts can be weaved
Into the fabric of a sleeve
For you to use to dry your eyes
For crying those tears does nothing
It won't bring back the life you're shunning
It won't make truth of the lies

You'll have to take that tattered mesh
Dig it out of the crevices in your flesh
And fashion the threads into a makeshift net
One you can use to chase your dreams
And feed them to your sense of esteem
Cause a full stomach begets the process to forget

And you start to think
That maybe it can be done
That all you need is a little help
And that I could be that one

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