I've said this before,
too much last time,
or maybe this one too much more,
replayed tapes,
with self-aware fates,
left with nothing to say,
words with meaning all switched,
can't tell if it's self pity,
or that I just *******
start,
stop,
go aboot your time,
concentrate on words and hours,
like nickels thrown at a blind mime,
Realizations of a comparison,
wondering if under a different light,
I look like a better son,
the shape of oblivion,
is phrases written in deja vu ink,
on strands of fate,
pop the tape,
back in,
here we go again.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
I've said this before,
too much last time,
or maybe this one too much more,
replayed tapes,
with self-aware fates,
left with nothing to say,
words with meaning all switched,
can't tell if it's self pity,
or that I just *******
start,
stop,
go aboot your time,
concentrate on words and hours,
like nickels thrown at a blind mime,
Realizations of a comparison,
wondering if under a different light,
I look like a better son,
the shape of oblivion,
is phrases written in deja vu ink,
on strands of fate,
pop the tape,
back in,
here we go again.
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