A Bought and Sold

Can you never forget the primordial screams
that threw out your life, that haunted your dreams?
When you're in to your money forsaking your doll,
know you won't catch your death when your luck's on a roll.

You dine on regrets it's not all that it seems
can you never forgive what you washed down the streams?
No I can not believe that you bought your own soul
a convenience trade for the body you stole

Just a rake of a comb takes a part at the seams
all your hair lies befallen the burst in your schemes
but nothingness issues from a silence of dreams
and you can't turn your back on primordial screams.



(C) Copyright May, 2000
Terry Bowden
All Rights Reserved