Leeches
Leeches
Like leeches
In ignorance we trust
If you say this way
I will take that way
Fuel for the fire
Which I thrive
Spit me out
I’m glad I don’t belong
Save me the speech
You’ll be forgotten and gone
It burns
It rips, it hurts
Leeches
They preach to us
Words of wisdom
From blocked minds
Spit me out
When I don’t belong
Save me the beat
You’ll be forgotten and gone
It burns, it rips, it hurts
They make you bleed your turn
The chance of a lifetime
How does it feel to be alive?
A tear for the poet
That can’t be heard
Praise the artist
That steals
Spit me out
I’m glad I don’t belong
Save me the speech
You’ll be forgotten, gone