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The dialogue, The volume, The content.. It gets better right? The petty, The put-downs, Vocal ***** Too often why I'm up at night. Egocentrism, Carelessness, And Irresponsibility. Yet I'm the sewer rat not living up to my ability. The toxic street withers me, Too much debt to free, I can predict the machines' actions almost constantly. The happenings follow me, What I see hollows me, Will I ever emerge from this filth triumphantly? It's the insanity I wake up to, The vanity and the same stew. Sometimes I wonder if this is what I have to go through. It's grown ever-plain to see, This isn't the way, that life should be, But it's tossed onto the pile I've simply named "the pain in me." No luminosity around to save selves, Violent sound waves bounce off of every shelf. Through these waters I have delved, But no life-preserver, No help. I am unable to manipulate, I'm just part of the tracks. Desensitization's turned me from an alley cat, To sewer rat, Just by being exposed. So I crawl through these tunnels with nothing but hope, That there's a way I can go back.. Reverse the de-evolution I suppose, And return to a world I thought I knew with humanity. 'Til then I scrape on living a life, transparently.
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Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
A sewer rat's existence
The dialogue, The volume, The content.. It gets better right? The petty, The put-downs, Vocal ***** Too often why I'm up at night. Egocentrism, Carelessness, And Irresponsibility. Yet I'm the sewer rat not living up to my ability. The toxic street withers me, Too much debt to free, I can predict the machines' actions almost constantly. The happenings follow me, What I see hollows me, Will I ever emerge from this filth triumphantly? It's the insanity I wake up to, The vanity and the same stew. Sometimes I wonder if this is what I have to go through. It's grown ever-plain to see, This isn't the way, that life should be, But it's tossed onto the pile I've simply named "the pain in me." No luminosity around to save selves, Violent sound waves bounce off of every shelf. Through these waters I have delved, But no life-preserver, No help. I am unable to manipulate, I'm just part of the tracks. Desensitization's turned me from an alley cat, To sewer rat, Just by being exposed. So I crawl through these tunnels with nothing but hope, That there's a way I can go back.. Reverse the de-evolution I suppose, And return to a world I thought I knew with humanity. 'Til then I scrape on living a life, transparently.
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30/M/Jamaican
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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