It's back again
And it hurts when my back bends
Those good feelings didnt last long
Past gone, present, future tense
No regrets just remorse
Of course
There are other options
My minds window shopping
My minds endlessly chopping
Up perspective
Eyes reflective
As the cars pass me on the over pass
Itll be over fast
No it wont
It bleeds at a slow drip
Tears at a slow rip
Excruciatingly dull as it cuts so deep
The loneliness, the emptiness,
The worn out shoes on these feet
They just keep walking
Mouth keeps talking, cottonmouth
Empty words, pills, pop them now
I'll show you the birds eye view
Of how I flew the coup
A cook, with tangled roots
Multiplied by square roots
Of sideways figure eights
And n- sided polygonal shapes
The hate is to much for one self
So it overflows and makes victims
Snake bite, venom injected in em
Enough -igions and -isms
One individual cataclysm
After another, after another
Cant focus on life because
Its just a blur of color
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