A flicker of hope
Can light up a room
Or light the abused fuse
Of the next round of doom
Nothing's off limits here,
Seemingly not now,
Though known to many yesteryear
"I don't want to assume,
So what won't it consume?
The people
And nature,
The planet,
The moon?"
It's all going to shiit
It's confusing now
But can't talk about it...
...it's always too soon
So I sit in despair
For death I dare swoon
What I want
And what I want
Threaten to draw at high noon
Center stage of a one man show
Left to dance the art of war alone
Under the light of a pale moon
As both lover and goon
Hoping it'll all be done soon

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You left me
With no future
Just the torture
Of our history

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Have you ever said,
Even internally,
"I AM FUUCKING DYING!"
Wanting it to be true but it never comes
So you find that you're innocently lying
What it this?
Deaths missed kiss?
Life mocking my last wish?
Am I not allowed some kind of bliss?
Common questions
That have passed through many a mind and uncountable lips
But ask for the answer
And find emotion rear an ugly head creating an eclipse

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Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
...

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Whatever will be, will be
I guess that's what they call certainty
A vague destiny
But where does that leave you and me?
A collective we
We'll have to wait and see
Due too love messing with thé
Predetermined story

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How does one break free of the cage that they themselves are?
When do you become something other than the accumulation of yet another scar?
I am me, but who am I,
Not to the world but simply to myself?
Why is everyone else's
Description of who I am just a laundry list
Of obvious and subconscious
Cracks in my mental health?
What could I tell a younger me
That would change the reality of his destiny?
He would have to see all I had to see
But without tragedy would I even recognize me?

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Always trying to stop the next fight
Never in sight, a hopeless plight
I will forever try will power over might
Just to keep the darkness in the light
A familiar stint so I attempt to end it
A thought historically dependent
On a shrinking love remnant
Gone while I pretend it
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I scream
You scream
No ice cream
Just fighting
A violent theme
A borderline crime scene
Upstream
From the dream

I settle down
But have found
My last breath comes
Right before I drown
Feeling bound
To shifting ground
My pleas make
Not a single sound
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Who are you and who am I?
How'd we find answers in a lie?
Truth or dare or live or die
Six feet under there's no blue sky
I ask why to no avail
Your bull shiit's what flips the veil
How is it that you still prevail?
With the decision to up and bail
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Go
Just fuucking go
How many red flags are you going to show?
I'd rather not know
Why push friend to foe?
I get it, love didn't conquer all
Love birds in flight can indeed fall
Never though did I expect a wall
Or for you to skip the voodoo doll
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