Pipe Drop Misery
Regardless of why I was dying, I’d stopped trying,
Courage dwindling, power idling,
Pursed lips, liquid and glass colliding,
Forming what I viewed as my life’s last attempt at hiding.
Nevertheless, chances were scare,
I’d decided to laugh at gods stretched hand toward my heart.
The unreceived care I’d pushed away through pipes,
The smoke and mirrors I’d danced around at dark.
Through all my pain and suffering I’d experienced throughout my life,
No one else’s soul but mine had the ability to tear me apart.
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