when the moon sets to the grey sky.
and the stars fall from behind.
the night is clear to die.
because two don’t waste time.
the funeral of my youth.
loveless along your eyes.
chemical voices fill the air.
sit down and stay awhile please.
ill take that coat of yours
departments of feeling pulled
a distorting dream that traps my time
I’m stuck in the horrible trance of depression.
the thought of death no where near the back of my head.
because i whisper and i lie, but its catching up.
i saw you lifting under and you weren’t even there.
listen now its only softer.
false accusions surround me.
its not my fault I’m on a bad pole
this dream always wakes me up
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