

MedicationI'm not sleeping without a poison down my throat or a crossreference on my pillow.Medication
With my longing cursive scrawl I'll write a thousand songs on walls you'll probably never see,worth a thousand metaphores unmistakably from me. Look me up six months at sea, progress report: Im keeping on keeping on with that twisted brand of irony. Sarcastic rehash of a retort:
wasn't meant to be,mockingly.
The silver sun it lies my friends, like the conditions to which I was bound and your means to an end -
where what you'll gain is what you lack - a sober thought.


Enthralling with the OnsetOn a particular day of unamused perched half way towards indifference, Writing on walls,unenthused questioning and waging war on rationality, the words to your song, or grand scale logistics.Enthralling with the Onset
To set the wheels of self preservation in motion elemental at best wholehearted,nothing less plucked from the diary of one
who rewrites,but can't erase a series of words and days and silences which stain, marred by poets who can't really say what they mean. Erratic heartbeats and those whose lines are next in line to begin the blur, resigned to rehears


More Than A Linelovesick hearts fishing for cheap thrills crucifying egos to begin again from the start attempting to fill the blank pagesMore Than A Line
so as to see a happy montage when the credits begin to play if by but some sordid twist of fate our paths are twisted
and should cross again one day I'd spit in the face of fate and convince to have but one more day prove my worth and sing the verse we never got to see
"Starry eyed rogues who had it all pictures which hang crooked lying on the floor motivated by forces we can't see,you and I We danced through Summer and took it for gran


Sickly Bright Cut The SkyYou're looking for a saviour in searching for your misplaced trust. Where I do fit in? It's not my claim to fame.Sickly Bright Cut The Sky
Losing and it's only the start testing will and heart by befriending archers with skill, flaming arrows split the sky, minus one for failing arteries. Carefully made plans using trust as fair game; target practice. Feigned for sheer thrill, you
mount your kill like your trophies amassed, not rightfully won.
I will toss and turn all night long, reciting and exchanging answers in the
crossfire I know a
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laughing till were gaging violently.
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