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The night falls and brings me down gently
I’ve been exiled out of my own mind
All is obsolete
Disposable
I wish I knew nothing of her
Black lips and tired skin
Brokenhearted, a decomposed soul
So close to the end of the film
In the light she shrivels up
Revels in fear
Marvels in misfortune
Consumed by that soul eating parasite
Dawn arrives
The sun undresses herself
And my hero comes undone
A dead mass that burdens the earth
Now and forever
Disposable
The subjective suffering
Every syllable to match
Will only escape the asylum of the mind
After history is written
After each door closes
patience is a frail virtue
love, a needy obligation
compassion is the only one we can’t fake
you’ve made this a task for yourself
and you lack the passion to carry it through

i want to hate you
i want so badly to mesh you with my fears
to contemplate life or death
with thoughts of you near
but i am numb

and you are long gone.

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