sharp like
rebuke
this is a life of ragged sick
dead stuck
corrupt
capture your own
luck
a cold crypt
and a mind losing it
the words are confusing
like
chaos struck
a mess of fabricated understated
lies of
infinite skies
to realize the
lives of
a rigid nonexistence
a ragged
expense
help me see
smooth like
love sensual not so cynical
or
anything not so unusual
or cruel
or just
a bitter painful pill
to swallow
rigged to make you feel
rugged
rigid
rigged
bitter pill for a better pull
try and
imagine a world
be okay with
every dark day
sun pulled out
of the sky like a
vibrant moon pillow
a pill you’ll need to swallow
violent and still
it’s not so easy to live
to love
is it just sex or emptiness
or
just
what it is
I lose track of the ecstasy of pleasure then
a reality
lost track of again trick
life is the bitter pill
swallow for a struggle
dead weight dead
pill bottle lost pill bitter
remember
it’s a hard hard world
often
taken out of context
next
nixed
nicked
knocked
I take the path I sparked bitter pill
blood sport
I have made my life a pure cure
I have made my life medicine again.
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