Survival Mode
When the world fell, we were all broken in our own way.
WARNING: SOME EXPLICIT LANGUAGEReduced to a single instinct
Fly high -- survive
Gotta fight to stay alive
Mein eyes will thrive
Mein eyes have seen glory
Repercussions are gory
So tell me another story
That ends differently, sorely
But surely, it ain’t the clichéd,
Thin as paper mache,
Truth that you have mis-shaped
Wilting under this shade
And the mis-takes
Force me into spit-takes
Turning this to shit-cake
That fucks me til the jizz glaze
If I could just blaze and adjust the craze
That must phase me when I trust haze
I’d bust this maze
But this boy scout takes pain
With no anesthesia
As I’d face down a train
Only if it would please ya
But with my luck,
You’d probably just get amnesia
And all my suffering
Just becomes your leisure
And it’s everything to me
Cause of the way my heart’s latched
But it’s nothing to you
Cause you just don’t get attached
A tribe-less Ronin
Easily seduced by spells
It’s hard to tell who’s crazier
Me or Everyone Else
About the Creator
E.J. Tangonan
It's not hard doing self-deprecating humor. I just suck at it.
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