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you assault the senses,

like wine

while you stretch my patience,

like lines

if I could start over,

re-wind

maybe I could get it right,

this time



rolling and coiling,

like mist

bringing nothing but drama,

and this

you purposefully confuse and obscure,

the gist

leaving me standing and waving,

my fist



seems all I wanna do is battle

these days. my head is filled with

mayhem indescribable. years of

frustration pushes me toward that

jagged edge where oblivion awaits.



all this just gets harder to handle

and ways to excorcise the demons in

my head provide no purchase in the

uphill climb to sanity's gates.



i see lives burned out like candles.

NO pay, is so great that it's worth

the price of one precious moment

in time marked by this fate.



if I can just get started

seek peace

cause the pressure builds

no cease

maybe I can stem the tides and

re-lease

if I can just relent my will

i'd teach



generations yet to come,

messianic

ignorance is the disease that

brings panic

in my head a constant buzzing

like static

this is the way of HATRED,



miasmatic.