Something to forget
I made this and
put it aside
out of mind
Animal tempts to temptation
free from the sound
free from the bars
home free and tardy
I long for yesterday
but I live for
tomorrow
And I laugh at the
fool I make
the shit I give
loving a life to live
metaphors to deep to read
minds are freed
Like a constant theme
the complaints I spew
from one bleeding heart
to the few
who bitch and slander
to always always
always
I made this
shaped this
and now I must
break this
faster to see
slower to think
thick with the drink
the pain
the feel
But as always, you all know
none of this is
real
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