August 18, 2011

I can't see straight

I can't think straight

All the lies I've told myself

Have fallen away

This world is cold

This world is cruel

All my illusions

Have melted away

The most viscous shadows

Often exist in your head.

You yourself drink the most potent poisons

Most who crack, crack themselves

Some who die, kill themselves.


Your new home has rubber walls

Mine are made of lead

Broken glass across the halls

Fire in our heads


That ship has sailed, the die is cast

Our luck is running thin.

The bodies stack, the blood runs thick

The walls are closing in!

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