And your voice is
The soundtrack to my suicide
Sickly sweet over and over
"Humanity, you never had it to begin with"
None of us did but
Some of us pretend. We
Drown our lies sorrows hopes
In liquor, in love, in fear
In loathing
In Las Vegas. We
count the lives
Until we live. We
split our skin, sin
A beautiful word but
God put the horns on it and
killed us all in the crib.
What a hypocrite
"And I belong to this notebook and this pencil"
They are my God because
they are all I have and
If I lose the writing, I lose
Everything.
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