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Another ****** up morning Gray light transforming The walls Arcing displays Of my never ending failures Souls connected And ripped apart like bailing twine Remains burned Put out with sacrilegious wine Trampled and ground into misery I eat the misery My daily bread Needs, wants, fated jaunts Blatant disregards Constant circling carrion birds Salivating over my stumbles I mumble, and cite The glorious night But I have failed yet again. A Joker laughs A Riddler giggles I stumble and fall into the pit At least there is no bottom.
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
If You Aren't In Pain, You're Dead
Another ****** up morning Gray light transforming The walls Arcing displays Of my never ending failures Souls connected And ripped apart like bailing twine Remains burned Put out with sacrilegious wine Trampled and ground into misery I eat the misery My daily bread Needs, wants, fated jaunts Blatant disregards Constant circling carrion birds Salivating over my stumbles I mumble, and cite The glorious night But I have failed yet again. A Joker laughs A Riddler giggles I stumble and fall into the pit At least there is no bottom.
saul-makabim
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Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
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