quiets my mind
tingling in the cadence of what is or isn't.
I know I am borrowing happiness form tomorrow, but to break the cycle would break my mind.
The happiest people on the outside are the emptiest within.
Treading the line, it matters not whether I make it back.
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It's merely a belief system,
i say,
and they listen
Out where nobody can influence
the primal nature is set free from within

The beast jumps in the water,
the man calls it baptism.

I look at the man on the street
the bottle has drained his face of color
the cigarette burns a hole through his fingers,
still dimly lit and smoldering
we are different, aren't we?
I'd like to think so.
We are different....
or are we?

an escape is much needed
an escape i do see
speckled all over in white and red
easing my pain and biting down deep
a feeling im used to, my legs get weak.
my thoughts become scrambled
my mind unpure
synthesis and happiness
a similar bore
distracting me from the fracture i've bore
10 pills then 20, but wait there's no more
the end of this road
the end of this path
the end of this trail
the end of this cliff
the end of this.

I would show you the world,
but there is nothing to show
everything you could see
you would already know.

I could tell you nothing elsewise
unpure or unjust
look into yourself
or perish you must.

This life is a sorrow
feeble and weak
and my outlook right now is
rather bleak

i can tell you one thing
your sorrow and woes:
cannot be counted on fingers and toes

Forget about me
and ill try too
My voice you won't hear
and your mind will be clear

how much does it take
to break
a kit kat
a bone
a ****
a stick
a lie
a fry
a cat with one eye

with eyes that
glow
and hair on
fire
show me the keys
to unlock
your desire.