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We’re screwed

By Chris Montray’s Bent LogicPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 3 min read
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Mindful

My mind is twisted my situation is demented.

I’ve evaluated my past i was committed to going no where fast.

With haste my surroundings a discrace I’ve now changed my taste.

I’m still being played by tricks and my inner content wont let go of my picks.

I need a new selection to switch what i get for kicks.

I’ve lost a hand but its been dealt again.

And this time im all in for the win.

I’ve seen my worste sin all my sins replay again and again.

It all takes a toll on me for the role I chose.

And now I roll the dice here it gos.

My soul was sold a long time ago my heart was turn cold from lies that were told.

My body is a shell thats stuck in a cell.

Hour by hour minute by minute second by second as i watch the clock.

Tick tock tick tock.

Years passed im still in shock.

When will it STOP...,.

Polluted Ways

Sniff sniff I smell the flesh I smell the fear I feel you near.

Sniff sniff take a wiff i smell the polluted hell the life thats bailed from tale after tale i hear it well.

Shhh listen i hear lies i hear the cause i hear the crys.

Shhh listen you hear them die inside the pressure is built up.

Shut up i hear the world getting fucked and it truley sucked.

The xxx of this pornographic cinemax wait till the full climax.

I see them you see them the wolves are on my tracks there getting close.

They smell blood with there nose ill let them close ill eat there heart and soul.

Dont bother me im on a role foiled by my own self control.

Watch me go watch me go off into the rabbit hole how deep does it go.

Im off to my show here i go go go......

A Future At Last

Break ,break-fast ,flash ,flash back to the past.

At last ,at last got you in my grasp.

A gasp ,a gasp for air for this I dare.

The future I long for I see clear.

No fear ,no fear ,im still standing still standing here.

Cause in effect cause im trying not to dissect this world i protect.

Gaining ,gaining ground I hear the voice such a plesent sound.

I found what I found the things that ive been bound to bound to be around.

I hear the sound you hear the sound?

Listen close its all around open your eyes you see it now ,you see it now?

Paradise it surrounds im fighting to stay here now.

Time Flys

Get me outa here quick this place makes me sick.

No use for my dick an the walls play tricks.

Its just my mind thats it what a trip.

The hole world fliped an im stuck in this shit pit.

All I need is some one for me to click.

I have A sense of momentary bliss.

Then I lost it to take another risk.

Quick hide all the shit get me to the edge of the cliff so i can fly off of it.

Then i hit ,hit ,hit just another hit.

The world passed me by makeing great plans for it.

Then i hear this tic an the bucket just got kicked...

Closure

I need a hand pull my head out of the sand.

I lost the tools to fix the damned.

My guidence is off I dont know were to land.

The consideration is at hand.

There decision is set by the law of the land.

Give me your hand be my balance and ill be the structural stand.

Power is in the switch a combineing facter make a wish.

Purity rains from the things we cherish.

going down ,down I go.

Hold me close never let go.

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Chris Montray’s Bent Logic

I’m the mere presence of reality in a dream state.

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