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-cardinal rule#1: it always returns-

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 
©swk4411