“Do
not go gentle into that good night,
Old
age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage,
rage against the dying of the light.”
-
Dylan Thomas
“Don’t
try to fix me I’m not broken” –Evanescence
sick
again from too much gin
guess
i should switch to scotch
like
primates tossing fecal matter
words
are thoughts we shatter
and
toss on a page
mother
may i ask why
we
disengage, live a lie
actions
speak louder than words
oh,
the words i’ve heard
but
holding me in acceptance?
love
is a game of chance
a
cash advance
we
can never repay
payments
due
will
always exceed
accounts
received
when
everything
is
on loan
a
call to atone
unconditional
love
has
a contingency
everything
is urgency
pile
on the profits
for
a rainy day
a
rainy day is here
and
everyone
is
still preparing
scorning
profit sharing
i
watch the rain
on
the window pane
in
a room filled with whispers
a
haunting mockery of words
that
love is an illusion
and
loneliness a lie
you
won’t learn the difference
one
day you’ll just die
***
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