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Devotion

By Phillip Hennessy

My body is tired
My soul is weak
My heart is on fire
my mouth cannot speak

I know what I mean
I can feel each emotion
some things can be seen...
but you can't touch Devotion

There must be a reason
behind those frontiers
...we cannot see them...
they're blinded by tears

With every draw that I suck into me
to deaden the fears that f*ck up each scene
the more that I swallow, the less that I care
the whore that I follow, will not take me there
I know that she's taking me
...for all I can give
I know that she's making me
...know how to live

Together we Rise, Devoted we fall
then we realise, the potion is ALL
no mind of the cost, or where it comes from
the care has been lost, the sharing goes on

and on, and on, and on.

©2016 Phillip Hennessy


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