these teeth clinch..straining every tear dry
its clear who I am in most eyes..
and thats fine.
fly by night,
childhood died...
I'll accept the role of the bad guy...
if it means I get to hold onto my own life..
I reap the benifits of this wide open third eye
my skull is crystalized
my spirit is crushed
so I snort the remnients of this ancient love..dust myself off
and see the powder that covers this universe.
theres writing on the wall...and its a sign to why I sit and cry in the middle of this california king size...
you can never have it all...
young man...so choose wisely...
its these next few hours that will define
thee
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