My Mistress Named Hollywood

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I cannot put together these shattered pieces
Time folds itself creating infinite creases
The sun burns me to the core
As I search for a key to a prosthetic door
And the ground feels so course beneath my feet
As I walk to the edge ready to leap
There is no god to alleviate this pain
As I mindlessly wonder into the limelight of fame
Her voice, it echoes off the clouds
Speaking of how she is lost but never found
The American dream eclipsed by a nightmare
Feeling so hopeless, why should we care?
I find refuge in the darkest corner of thought
Where I find happiness as it slowly rots
Decomposed by these demons of agony
Severing the ties, eliminating ecstasy
She says set fire to your image
It doesn’t matter when your heart is finished
And to destroy the bridge covering this gap
There will never be peace across this map
Nothing can be done to fix your enemies
It’s all blocked by this lingering entity
And you may think that its all for a reason
That the ashes fall for only one season
But she will take you by the hand
To this barren and desolate land





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