Living...
Loving....
Breathing....
and shoving....
How wicked our ways doth the clock tower chime,
in a blighted existence, only the voice of a mime...
Dare do you lightly tread, but stomp with a ballad...
No candy, no coke, just eat that damn salad....
And sleep is like whiskey, in a booze infested brook, before day cometh night, for all innocence he took...
Eyes clenched, lips pursed, rope merging with flesh, no chains, no fists, just a mind did he mesh...
In a prison so dark that the moon could not touch, now broken, submitted, his hand did I clutch...
Mind fucked, shucked of whatever was...is...was but is only a memory...but the forest took me in like a well weathered moss, no mercy, no feathers, but no god forsaken boss...and then it was apparent through the dew, I saw it, and I closed mine eyes and took the most beautiful last breath.
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