I look to the sky.

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 And wish this planet would explode.

I ponder and wonder why

Things are the way they are.

Why I've been through the things I have

why god has forsaken me

and thrown me into a land of strife.


What exactly did I do?

How can I change?

How could I know.

How low, he could actually take me.

The clothes on my back, and the boots

upon my feet.

By the skin o' my teeth.

Amongst the leaves, I lie in wait.

To embrace my, departure from.


This universe of suicidal suffering.

I'm trapped in eternally, there is no escape.

O' how I long for my sweet, the taste of her.

For the sting of release. And for a time.

I shant have to cast a line. To play catch

and release.


My sweet serenity. I long for your tepidity.

To embrace my world of harrowing. And melancholy

I'm only a fool in

my folly, and that's all I'll ever strive to be.

Her tease is my peace.

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