Jacy James Anderson - Blackout Poetry

Oh, it's late
And my head pounds like thunder
Or was that just some echo of you?
Did I stumble like a ghost
From the garden of your grace
Or was that just another excuse
Turning black that cold ache of truth?

Did you tire of all the burden
From my dollar bin, paperback heart?
Was I all caught up in shadow
Like some midnight boulevard
Another stubborn man who suffers in the dark?

It was blackout poetry
Blackout poetry
Worn like a bruise on me

Oh, it stains this book of life
All my flaws crossed out in a slaughterhouse of mind
And the fiction that bled through,
It was never fair to you
If I could go back and erase my doubt, I would

It was blackout poetry
Blackout poetry
Worn like a bruise on me

I've been trying to be better
But it feels like falling backward
My heart, he is a beggar
And he just can't find the words
Digging up all my hurt

It was blackout poetry
Blackout poetry
Worn like a bruise on me
Worn like a bruise on me
Blackout poetry
Worn like a bruise on me

Written by:
Jacy Anderson

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