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Faded Nights

Laughter.

Sense of floating;

I'm on to of the world.

Alcohol.

It's been a better friend

than you could ever be.

Just as surely as life is killing me,

alcohol is eager to help.

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Armastama

Love never seems to be enough.

Like a farmer you work

and work and work...

harvest time arrives and you have

nothing to show for it.

Just a lot of dirt. [Hurt]

Love is a master illusionist.

Master of trickery;

making you feels things,

making you see things,

to then just ....

Vanish.

Like it was never there.

Love is a like a promise that is never fulfilled.

You hope and hop…

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Tea With The Devil

Ages ago,

once upon my youth,

I had tea with the Devil one afternoon.

He looked at me over the brim of his cup and said,

"We've had a couple of run-ins,

how nice of us to sit and chat."

Oh, how could I refuse him the privelege,

he is after all my greatest friend,

You see, with him I am guilty of nothing, I owe nothing.

He's a liar though, and an excellent one he is;

he lets me have whatever I please,

but then decides…

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Insufficient Funds

My life has been stamped.

VOID.

Dull and monotone,

my eyes glazed over;

they have long ago stopped searching.

Right outside of my life,

I can see color,

and in my dreams

I can feel the warmth crawl over my skin.

My eyes are always looking ahead,

set on the color I cannot reach.

Life is black with

sadness

pain

nonfullfilment…

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Dematerialize

I feel like I am not real.

Like I am just a product of a conformist society and

I I I

Do Do Do

Not Not Not

Exist Exist Exist.

Why is it wrong to want more?

To be more?

To achieve more?

You have to drag yourself across the ground,

and they only treat you nice out of spite.

Sleep my dear,

It is the only release you get.

At least in your dreams you can pretend you love yourself.

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