early today
i'm only as good as the lies you believe cause when you dream to achieve the only thing you succeed is an appetite that ignites your life to hold tight to any ride out of the hell you crawl back to. wake up and you won't see me but the manufactored feelings a fabrication of anticipation mixed with your medication your hesitation to take vacation leaves lines of stress a cheaper whore would inhale. oh when will it come you keep praying but with eyes open you're soul faking your superstition a contridiction against your authority against participation your philosophy of open apology to society for the life of he who stands for so much but as such could not possibly be. to wait is too late for the weight overwhelms stone so alone you hate home because the dark arms of sleep during the week are all you can think about when you're out on weakened moments where replaceables names fade to grey you can't recall all the falls you fell for but more is better than less i guess cause even if you forget the worst will not be forgotten.
posted by fillshe @ 11:29 PM
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