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Apr 2020
Romantic Depressed Garbage
The wrath of my being lingers on.
Like the smell of the sea on the breeze.
I know in time I'll be dead and gone,
the thought comes with ease.
I sit here at this lonely keyboard,
typing to no-one but a ghost.
Spilling the problems, problems that I hoard,
to the ones that mean the most.
My mind is like a raging bull,
my thoughts the red sheet.
I charge and charge with constant will,
the sword has blood in its sheath.
Being a psychotic freak, a darkened soul
I seem to forever be.
The entire world from pole to pole,
is grey for eternity.
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