You know
you start speaking
of
Yourself in The Past
Tense;
Like a Old Acquaintance
Who's
Passing was so sad you
feel
compelled to tell sick
jokes
about it.
(to conceal the
Sorrows
In Your Heart.)
Why did the ghost cross
The road?!
(When there is no Otherside.)
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You know life's fucked...
When
People seem like robots
Created
By A Cruel Inventor who
(In Loneliness)
Wanted to be loved so bad
He
Created toys to punish if they
Refuse
To throw him accolades.
(and nobody ever seems to want
A
"Jeremy in The Box".)
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You know life's fucked....
When those shadows in you
seem
to be the only ones who understand
The
Darkness raging in your head...
As
You rant ceaselessly at stars
that
became a pile of rocks
burning
in some pointless sky.
(until you wish that GHOSTS
could die...)
Jsh
