Sometimes I feel like…

Running away forever

to live in isolation

When your consciousness is awakened to this tyranistic terror

nothing ever looks as it once was

I see now that i cannot exist

in this game of

“Get a job, work monkey, work the fucking hardest!!!”

only to end up with useless trinkets

there is no place for me here

In a world full of empty silhouettes, darker than VHS cassettes

Regret becomes your life’s titled vignette

like I feel Sometimes…


Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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