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Dec 2015
I'd like to say the blue sky is what will load
I wave hello to the thought of you following
me down this long yellow and tattered brick road
a different path sprouts up and I can hear the calling
"Everything you think is a lie in disguise"
A low voice cackles, a shadow face emerges, time slows
"Use your eyes to realize real lies"
Dread is a comfort wrapped around my skin when the wind blows

I feel like death is what is inside a black hole
not only literally, I look around the luminous room,
the walls fall down, all that I can see is green bubbly mold
I'll try to sweep boulders, and shimmy over with the broom
Before the shadow disappears, 100 years have made me old
The walls are back, but nothing holds the fume

It accompanies my conscious self
fumes relax the soul, and but the Subconscious to sleep
I'll box up the memories and store them on the shelf
From the beach to this **** town they run my emotions to deep
sometimes your mind has to die to heal yourself
lovers cross at the wrong point in time, a sea of life is why I weep
******* emotions give me the ******* blues

I wonder if sociopaths need the laughing gas
because to continue on my heart has become blue
Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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