Somewhere in the corner, this filth with wrath anointed;
Taking its own course, these meandering rivers;
Stretched and battered at all corners, stripped and faded of its colors;
The mind still breathes, least for the sake of its counterpart;
Poisoning itself to its slow demise, how heartless is this heart;
And the song keeps playing, the same guitar gutless;
The same scream inside, ever so melodious with lasting grief it’s blessed;
Moving on…growing more rusted with each right turn;
But how wrong each one is, now there’s no more fuel left to burn;
The sights grown so tired of, always feared to open these eyes;
It’s not the vision, but the perception so dreadful, blinded with bliss in these lies;
They still don’t stop from devouring, every last bit of life;
Relishing the rot and spew with no time to smell, so succumbed to strife;
Smothered by thoughts, gone wasted with all the toxic then so sweet;
Belief’s just one of those pawns, betrayed by life…left dying in retreat;
The gross within doesn’t matter anymore, left with just froth of whatever you were trying to rinse;
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