Mathew Lewis

Suffer the pen
That has to write what I say,
Suffer the words
That have to serve my brain,
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A moment of insanity,
Stupidity and savagery,
A move against humanity
And all that is reality.
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Angel eyes are colourblind,
On a whim she lost my mind,
Something's there I'll never find,
Angel eyes are colourblind.
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I was walking alone in my forest one day,
Sleeping awake I went on my way,
And as I lookeed up the sun caught my face,
And my tears fell down in ribbons of lace.
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The crimson sun fails to rise
On the eastern shore of my demise,
Waters ebb through space and time,
And everybody sees through crystal eyes,
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They say watching someone you love
Love someone else
Is the hardest thing you can do.
But did they know that it
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A primrose sun hides the greedy streets,
An ugly path trod by many feet,
Where bootless prayers seek the days gone by,
Too young to live, too old to die.
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Polly had a heart,
She really did,
But listening to those kids
Made her hate herself,
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Because I am constantly trying to break free,
It is ultimatley impossible for me to do so.
Because I can only see out of my own two eyes,
I will never understand a fate that is not mine.
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An amber room woken with failing light,
A box of wine interrupts the busy floor,
An ashtray innocently deals death at its fingertips.
And one single door stands guard over all.
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Neon lights and ebon string,
Rock and roll makes the devil sing,
Somewhere close an angel cries,
A faulty heart, a feighned good bye.
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Snatch me up in a bundle of air,
Don’t hold too tight,
You can get lost up there.
Fame you for thinking,
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What a bitter to-fro catastrophe
Spoken cleanly on the tongue
And yet lost all the same
When the silence draws in.
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Words spill from me,
Not tip-toe but rolly-polly
Onto the floor.
But they’re two-year-olds not teens
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If we are meant to stand up,
What rebellion’s left to cry?
The dreams that we have found,
Scattered on scrap heaps
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A four wall room is one thing,
But when just your face rocks the world
How does a beating heart stay still?
When your face is etched into the sun
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A cold and meaty sky perceived through a window
Is meaningless.
Inside the pretentious glow of light and love invade
An otherwise humorless room.
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You either don’t know or can’t comprehend
The power of a pen or the pain therein.
Neither glory nor shame waits in ink,
Just words that’ll make you stop and think,
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We look for meaning in many things,
Hope for something that life might bring.

But poetry's just a bunch of words,
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Sunshine and roses and poppyseeds,
Moonlight and starbright and little leaves,
Music entwined in vacant tapestry,
Warm touch, kind eyes, all of it for free.
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