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my throat is dry. my lungs are shot. am i smoking for the taste? this night'll never end. can't sleep and can't eat i'm being stepped on by desire and missing. and there is never anything for it. despite it all my misery is little ha. there is too much going on to be concerned with being miserable and there is too much to remember.
the beginning is always the best. but ideas fade. welcomed visits wax and wane " can you hear me? i tell you i've come . did you even hear me ? did you even hear me call your name? " did you care? will I ever know? questions go unanswered . the tales i tell myself only rape my ears. but i am a patient boy. i wait i wait i wait i wait. until the day. time comes. and i'm done
for tonight atleast
don't analyze or think too hard. just words of thought. not a poem just a few lines of a mumbler and an uttering fool.
the beginning is always the best. but ideas fade. welcomed visits wax and wane " can you hear me? i tell you i've come . did you even hear me ? did you even hear me call your name? " did you care? will I ever know? questions go unanswered . the tales i tell myself only rape my ears. but i am a patient boy. i wait i wait i wait i wait. until the day. time comes. and i'm done
for tonight atleast
don't analyze or think too hard. just words of thought. not a poem just a few lines of a mumbler and an uttering fool.