Condemnation

Tripping over thoughts,
stumbling over questions.
Just can’t connect the dots,
keep your fucking suggestions.
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Searching for the end of infinite,
wading through an ocean of bullshit.
I’ll find my way if it fucking kills me,
crawling up from this cold, dark pit.
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Their expectations upon my shoulders,
pulling me down to drown like them.
Sailing into crimson waters,
my sun is flickering, getting dim.
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I hold on tight, but I’m losing grip,
slipping away from my destination.
I feel reality begin to rip,
moments away from dissipation…
and then I let them go.
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They fall to the flourescent fires,
“Don&’t you fucking know
I have my own desires?”