Places, pt. II

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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