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Killing yourself in every morning
like some new escape
in the sounds of chirping birds.
Was it I who proclaimed the other was selfish
while stealing another five minutes
when the alarm calls out my name?
break the glass of every window
make it an open door,
speak in strange pacing
till everyone sees what’s been hiding behind your lies,
misguiding in every way how lonely.
The direction we are headed,
I can’t recall,
never really thought twice
when locked into such a vibrantly emotionless gaze.
An overly exceling moment,
the climax written in red,
paint spilling like blood, or likewise.
Always a mouthful of flesh, a story muffled.
Lean back but don’t make a peep, squirm but resist the shriek…
it’s just not allowed, never seems to feel right.
I recall you got everything, like a lottery.
Spoiled rotten, who is the original one to blame?
We wasted the ripest of time,
trickled down the minutes till they curdled like spoiled milk.
Should have never took the lump sum.
Bite marks and stains fade with haste in here.
Suppose I would do it all again but I’m a fan of agony,
overly apparent humor in the plight I found in our pride.
