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Hellenesque squalor in an unfaithful desire to belong to a characterized time pertaining to a specific era. And what is this absence I see, the darkness eats my flesh and demands its own mistress, the moon and the darkness are not made for each other despite the poetic reasoning you may find behind their existence. Let's be 'free forever' but I say fuck forever I want to run through the gates of this dimension into o b l i v i o n, which in this case is synonomous with 'death' which in r e a l i t y y y is 'non-existence'. In the coffin, I AM beautiful. It's a holy matrimony that I'd like to that you for attending but if anyone has any objections, please rise now and oh your time is up and this bond is for never. Let's watch the sun rise over Kentucky and count our curses, thank the silence for its patience so now it's time to go. I'm not a train wreck, I'm the big bang that ignited the universe which subsequently resulted in our being here, now, in this moment. I'm the big crunch that ends this consciousness, my conscience eats away at spacetime and now we have a hole, a fallacy, in the curtain and it's time for us to leave the stage. All hail thee, heartbreaker, time shaker, homewrecker and life fucker. Let's save the queen and sway with the ghost of yesterday who came to remind us that today, too, will die. We are survivors but not by our own means, we just wade our way through the dying earth and claim what is not ours, this is my city and I'd like to ask you to leave. FINE I'll pack my bags and leave for the Royal Mount and name it after our lost words, I am at a lost for words I want to borrow your sweet diction and drain its love, I want love in every day commotion where I barely find time to breathe in the air. It reeks of our dying bodies, you were born to die and why is it our choice to stay around? I want you to leave. This creates a whole new definition for someone who has overstayed their welcome. You were never welcome in the first place, you life-sucking, life-fucking. They are home and they watch you through your window and they want to ask you how you've been because they heard you want somebody to CARE. Why won't anyone CARE for my SOUL but I'll be the first to tell you these things don't EXIST your mind is already GONE, it has died with the tide, it has sunken with your dreams, it has perished like the life you EVER NEVER had. Hear me when I say I'd care for you, I'd give for you, I'd live for you in this world where everybody looks up, palms open and asks the sky to CRY for my failures, CRY for my fuck-ups. CRY for my help, I'll help you when you come around and look to renew what you never had.