Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Way of the Wallow

I breathe within a sad hour
where I have forgotten how to die;
I'm no longer addicted.
I've become the drug
That everyone is afraid to try
But alone I'm fine
And all for myself.
I'm two hundred fucks away
From giving just one
And little do I care
While others care for me.
Pour me more,
See doors we ignore
And pick apart bridges over years
Instead of burning them down

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