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Cyclothymia –


I wake up to an epiphany everyday, buzzing with thoughts, high on adrenaline.

Catapulted into the stratosphere with nothing more than a basket of dreams and tears of fear.

There is no come down from this everlasting nightmare.

The switch is neither on or off the fuse is merely pulsating to the beat of dread.

Desperately willing to cut the cord, hoping for nature to break my fall.

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storms are coming


Black sky’s surround us once and for all 

The time has come to approach this

I’ll try and catch your fall 

If only, if only there was a way to forget this

Maybe then we would be ok Maybe then we could get away…I once knew a place 

A place where everything would be ok 

But you forgot to sing and you gave it all away 

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Stop (something i stumbled upon…)


 

If I close my eyes I see nothing but black, when I open my eyes I’m presented with the middle finger from a world that doesn’t give a fuck. Only the best man knows the secrets of a life without a fist up his crack. Puppet master oh puppet master grant me one wish I plead remove your tightly clenched fist from my rectum I insist don’t stare me down don’t call my bluff just release me from this world that gives no fuck.
In return I shall prosper until my card is called a lifetime released from this truly lethal decree. Spared from the words of our keeper prepared and aware of a lapse in your promise. I and only I shall hide within the woodwork listening to the brass clockwork tick and then and then stop.

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Smoke


I sit and look at my burning
Cigarette
Watching the smoke fade
Into the cold winters air.

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