Rough Draft 1Pollution gathers Funneling through smoke stacks Seeping through blast scarsRough Draft 1
Crashing down like meteors Punching holes Through bandwidth information
Pollution of the mind The body and soul Pulling assembly line
Carbon copies Reused, revised, reform Assassinating identity
Forming unified thought Based on lies Failures and faults
Pointing fingers Dropping blame like bombs Creating rifts
Forming chasms Of broken porcelain
Shattered plaster
Disrupted foundations Now i
Pick your poisonThe dreams stopped coming A sinister orange glow is cast From this angry cinder of death Used and sold in all formsPick your poison
The stick burns bright With every inhale This pain is real, tangible Addressable.
Don't give up on me quite yet But I know what it feels like To be dead inside. Feeling like a fake, so I walk away
Trying to expose our fears With every desperate attempt As we try to be alive. As we try to feel.
Watching the winds For a sign Telling us we are meant to be here Telling us everything we wanted
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The SkyThe cold winds touch my skin Leaving its icy caress And drips into my veins But the alcohol gives its warmth With every sipThe Sky
And its burning now. Slipping its tender kiss To dim the pain, At least for now
I look up to the sky, And the heavens are hidden. Hidden behind a pale, Solid uninterested mask.
Just pure emptiness And it is swallowing me whole
The warmth, It gives me wings Flying straight into oblivion
Straight into the sky Letting the emptiness embrace me, For I so longed to embrace i
Tired
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Where'd all the passion go?
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