Another morning
broken skies the sun trying to pass the blockage in my mind Another blue day death is on the horizon one crisis leads to the next Another hopeless soul lost like so many Another day without a break a gloomy, irate feeling a brooding like spittle grows on the tip of my tongue I try to wait more occasions fading in and out of existence To exist is to suffer Another way to escape set the grass on fire watch the front lawn burn leaving it all behind lost in a torrential downpour of flaming truths so harmful they sting Another soulless ritual wake up brush your teeth take a piss scratch your ass scratch the ripple from behind your eyes Another year what’s the point
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