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You are a part of that disease

by devil racer 2 years ago in sad poetry
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You are a part of that disease
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The smell of complicity fumes off your breath,

Like the rotten smell of dead arrogance.

Belligerent of the fear that follows you,

As you are full of spite to prove you are right,

with your head in your hands putting up that fight

Swaying side to side falling off your equilibrium,

You take another drink, to numb that last tingling feeling,

the one that tells you what is wrong in sight,

Sitting in your existence must be pandemonium.

Sufferings of will, you sit silent and still, living in a deadly realm

of irreproachable morals.

Sit back twist it tight and let it burn,

Pop the top and take a sip, nap one more night in your chair.

Watching your soul dissipate in despair,

Sitting in your wh*re den, broken and alone,

I wish you peace, your anger I release,

you are a part of that disease,

I will gladly be your nobody.

sad poetry

About the author

devil racer

Writing poetry for 20 + yrs. My work is very dark, I have my own views and express them insanely deep with my poetry.

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