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Writer's block finally left me today...
Drop the gun.
Wall's beating blackly in the dark;
Suffocates that last remark.
Constricting. Seething in silence:
Poisoned by chance,
Erased by ideals.
Lost above the surreal,
Walk your razor's edge
With your head twisting, breaking -
Higher, higher...
Relax.
Unclench your fist.
The more you resist,
The harder a fight you'll lose.
It's down to you.
Make the leap, fall -
It's all the same delusion:
Psychosomatic disease
And invented retribution.