The dabbler wanders off, he finds a place to sleep, a loft. The safety of one, The insecurity of the other. Find the thoughts trapped in the mind, pour them forth as if no one can find. Drink brightened pink wine, or is that the lie of another line. Moons, stars, planets of music, Crumple the wise as if they have nothing to say, all you'll ever do is sit and mold to the world's clay. Drink rivers of darkened red blood, slip into the darkened black hole of hate you've dug. Fall further from the truth you once knew, find the other in the lightened sky of blue. crippled is all you'll ever be, wanting to escape and begging to flee. Playing with life as if you're so much better, Pretty soon you'll be wanting to pull life's lever. Slipping to the grave you think all is past, in the fires below is where your soul will forever last. Your souls departure of the body you once loved, now its in a casket six feet under, now you start to think now you start to wonder. Was life all that bad, or was it just me who gave into life's fad. forgotten dreams drill through your mind, I shouldn't have messed up the relationship I did find. You once said life was cruel, but now you know you where playing the part of the fool. You wish you where out playing and groovin', but now its to late your life has now stopped movin'.
Reason for writing:
The life story of me and my messed up mind
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