Fifteen hundred dollars and I’m spent
Forgetting all the reasons we came
In memory of all the places we have went
In between our ascension and our Hellish descent
Pt. II is written as I foolishly repent
For all the words I never said
In time lent to memoirs that so carelessly fled
Gutless bastards in all of their misery
How they’ve tainted my head
Within thoughts slowed or sped
Places fill my fractured skull
Internally set on motives that fold
Still sinking to a failing mold
Designed by a destructive force
And I’m struggling to use my voice
In thoughts that sink, separate and flow
These places always come and go
It’s all the same — anything goes
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