new shitand im puttin up new shit.
Drew
Stuck...stuck. stagnating seemingly, silent. There is struggle internal withdrawn from common Place. Retained within even more recognizable places. Or rather, a million different locations of a single place. Where it has already left its familiar signature known far and wide but never communicated. Eating at the walls eating at the wills eating at the anchor Don't let me drift off. Please keep me with you.Stuck
Find your own ParadeI've watched the vagabonds wander through steel jungles, wrapped in chains bound to corpses, to scales, to headlines. Telephoned suicides rained down from the high wires, soaking the streets, turning my own clear vision into a blur, and staining the whitest skin. I believe I saw that suit on the floor, but I was in the wrong room, at least I prayed I was. I didn't want to think I could be part in that, but the stain had soaked in. "A perversion of flesh I say!" But who am I? Was it me that I saw in the hedges? Isn't that how that old story goes? But if thats where I reside, doesn't that make youFind your own Parade
In the Absence of an EscapeThe doors are locked, the hallways are gone. This battle front is where I now belong. My chemical key is no longer here It's been cast out in anguish and in fear. Now I am left here, to fight the battle. Emotions led to the slaughter like cattle.In the Absence of an Escape
Mouth sewn up, no chance to exhale. Lasting nearly ages, this angst grows stale. The feelings overflowing, spilling red upon this floor Burning through tile, it will corrode until there is no more.
Sweet Sin in surrender, flesh I no longer invade Commitment or imprisonment? Either way it is forbade. The release of t
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I hate every beautiful day
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I hate every beautiful day
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