Morning time comes
like a shock to my system I’m lumbering through warehouses walking on rivers of human wasted bodies spread out across time each face has a name but I feel no connection as I prowl the dungeons of self-destruction and passion My mind snaps overcome by tension I itch my cranium seeking my youth in a pile of beat-up records My wholesome world transforms I’m livid in red I follow a maze of death as the clockface hits an hour that doesn’t exist I’m shivering in a lonely hole The people I know squander forests foraging for resentments I sought forgiveness but the mirror is ripe with nefarious opinions of the man I shall never be So I burnt them last night I sat amid a fiery fierce transformation where the day took on a whole new perspective It’s better this way In the field of dreams we nightmare our way into your heart >>> but this reality reeks of stark antagonizing salvation
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