7.26.08
Who wouldn't laugh if they were stuck in this same old hellish trap
Where you've lost your map and your mind is stuck in the same old mental crap.
And the more you try is the more you die and the more you're ready to,
And the more you die is the more you lie to those wanting a false view.
There's nothing new about the craze that streaks like drugs right through your veins.
Seems there are few who know the shock that hits when you intensify the pain.
And it's all the same, It all comes raining down like nothing ever changed.
And everything that was in place has now been rearranged.
It seems so old and childish, something that you shouldn't have to face
And all the time you spend on dealing with it seems to go to waste.
Just a taste of fresh air would help me temporarily escape
From this desperate and detrimental, hated torment of a place.
Please erase me now.
I've tasted how
I just can't run,
So point the gun.
Just let it go
I'll take the blow
And all will be
As if it's free.
The blood will flow
New things will grow
and I'll be gone
The dark has won
My heart will die
Just one last sigh
Fall to the tile
End in a smile.
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