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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Emotional · #1264967
a poem about suicidal tendencies and why they exist
No remorse for your hypocrisy
I have faith only in my lunacy
When the walls come down
Take a good look aroun’
A system of corruption
And a dogma of induction
From the dropper we are fed
A single shot straight to the head
When reality needs some perspective
I can see my main objective
For peace and anarchy
The words become us and we
The drones will make their queen proud
and i will speak it to the crowd

With every waking moment
I spend it filled with torment
I wish sleep would be so kind
As to free my restless mind
A blade is what I have here
I look away and shed a single tear
Overwhelming words and plays
I'm left inside an empty daze

Every time I see the scar
I feel I've gone a step to far
You’re just a bitch you see
But this is what it means to me
It’s the unknowable in everything
And for it I live on today and sing
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