3.13.2004

ALL ALONE ON DRUGS

smothering in a bath of
frozen time hooked to several
crooked thoughts arrested
together like a pair of mismatched

shoes thrown in the back of the
mouth of the first person you can
think of perhaps they are dead
or living in solitude and seeing

everyone only in the mirror
blown up on contact suffering
from it all the time thinking and
never minding the violence that

is placed upon the alter of nothingness
pretend we do to feel the pain
not me i could care less
i have my own self inflicted pain

they have drugs for this
yes and they to are a pain
they get old like everything
it gets easier to swallow

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