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- If I had time to think, that would be swell
- Have all the time in the world, yet in annoyance I dwell
- For around serendipitous rays cause a crux upon my blighted soul
- Cannot complain or even concentrate as I am on their payroll
- If I had the time to dream, that would be great
- Always on the present, always on others I have to fixate
- I just want to escape, I can't even think of what to write
- Imperfect works stunted because I never can make them right
- Half-written desires
- They go nowhere
- Burned by the fires
- Yet nobody will care
- Nothing ever inspires
- My mind is filled with despair
- Silence is what creativity requires
- Yet I don't deserve such welfare
- So my mind slowly expires
- Not that anyone else is aware
- Every scream just misfires
- And is declared egotistical fanfare
- Reality slowly tires
- As I realize it is unfair
- I cannot reach my desires
- As I am trapped in this nightmare
- Elusive dystopian oligarchies crumble under the stunted weight
- Of abusive draconian hierarchies that stumble towards affronted hate
- Heretic
- Cannot escape the blighted mind of the
- Anemic
- Cannot escaped the blighted time of the
- Terminal tick
- That sucks the blood and life and time and dreams and thoughts and ideas and hope and love and aspirations and desires and wishes and imagination and the ever increasing desire to
- Escape by kicking out the firebrick
- Seven
- Thirteen
- And then we wait
- Because there is no time I can even get out of this shell of elusive uncontrollable urges
- Break it
- Hurt it
- Take it
- Assert it
- It is yourself
- And you don't belong
- So I take it out on myself
- For I know that I am in the wrong
- What's the point of life
- when we just die
- without
- wonder
- Save me by saving you
- Save me by breaking you
- Into the wall
- Into the door
- But you continue to fall
- Until there is nothing more
- An industrious weight collapses under the rule of a stunted dystopia
- For tenacious hate amasses a fool that is confronted by hysteria
- Speaking and saying words
- Yet nobody can hear
- Saying and speaking words
- Yet nobody is near
- Isolation
- A wonderful word for a little while
- But it leads to further damnation
- Ruination
- Hold it back with a tiny smile
- Until it falters in your vexation
- Desperation
- With humanity to forever reconcile
- Turned down due to lack of association
- Transubstantiation
- Going from meek to eternally hostile
- As collapses all rationalization
- A shivering thorn
- A blackened bush
- Withers under scorn
- Pressure of the rush
- Yet is torn
- As it drinks the water of the sagebrush
- Yet such an act is forlorn
- The water drenches the plant to mush
- Shackled in a deformed husk
- As a loathsome discarded mollusk
- One that seeks impertinence
- And seeks a loss of permanence
- The invertebrate never is truly removed
- In their hollowness they can never be improved
- So discarded to the blackened hadalpelagic
- For their appearance was loathsome and toxic
- Much better to hold leagues of sympathy
- When the mollusk is separated by a vast sea
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