Brand – Written Friday 15th July 2005 (Aged 30)

Brand

in your ignorance
you gave me a brand
you had a choice
you choose not to understand
that fatal decision
that fatal flaw
that is where we lost the illusion
they is why when we do not anything anymore
you cannot be blamed
your marbles are loose
no wonder you are insane
riding a cycle of abuse
your inability to cope
to face up to who you are
means warmth just elopes
and inner peace seems far
you gave me a brand
that contorted around my neck
you said it was a helping hand
but all it did was pull tighter on the flex




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James Garratt – Friday 15th July 2005