Lit, the future remains so dully so
unknown intentions from a being cold as stone
reveling in itself for its own muse
itching and obsessing over self abuse
ultimately a swollen recluse
a chance to escape unlike no other to refuse
i try to seem happy but whats the use?
im tired of living and have the right to choose.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Lit, the future remains so dully so
unknown intentions from a being cold as stone
reveling in itself for its own muse
itching and obsessing over self abuse
ultimately a swollen recluse
a chance to escape unlike no other to refuse
i try to seem happy but whats the use?
im tired of living and have the right to choose.
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