Draw String Baggage: written by Brian M Smith
Under a black and bruised sky; I shudder within I'm torn and I'm spinning; I'm living in sin Heroes and demons and so much in between I'm falling into sickness; I am entirely obscene So sordid are we, our affairs fall first Lengthy and lurid, my fortunes reversed In these eyes, you will see no flame I wear my skin brilliantly; attempting to hide my shame Turn up the tension and decimate your disposition Your heavy head doesn't recognize cognition The medal of a man will disintegrate around him I’m a man, unrelenting; struggling for virtue within Faith* in me, Hope* for another day; Charity’s* a girl with a tungsten tacked tongue We all knew her Lightly, adored her heavily; I seduced another one of her groans Right from the start, winding down; I’ve released all over her left breast bone Whilst we finished our bodily process; all over she bemoans Our siblings might suffocate us; so let the sufferer sleep alone Frozen in my bed, I can't speak, I'm running all the way back home On this porch where we gather, our storied souls sing Well, now I'm up the damn tree; it's where my busted body clings Absence of the patriarch; mother taught me to climb My misinterpretation of the matriarch misconstrued our paradigm Everyone out in the street, I think it's finally time Ballers regret the drink, a little shame keeps me in line Living it out, like the day just won't quit Dying all over the night, I'm repressing a fit Momma said get dressed, it's time to get lit I’ll steal away outside your door; dizzying and spinning, as I emit Flames and a dry eye can reconfigure some sordid stories Dipping in just a toe, now we’ve dammed up the bowery Reaching for just one more, I can hardly breathe it all the way through Last call for the hammer, nailed another severe story, untrue Birth control for the masses, sex changes by apportioning From the stars came the world, but we know it's blown out of proportion Like the flow and the tide, I work my way over each grain inside Pooling together my sympathy, promising to sound better next time Even at the end, we all show our stripes Camouflage our security, for when it's bagged, it's a fight In the scope of the day, everything seems, not quite right In the garbage bag of the world, I'll be holding on for life
