Random-Deadly-Existence-Screwed
Forsaken, mistaken. That is the way I am.
That's how it happened. I was left behind.
My brain flaking. Unaware of my mind.
I'm forever saddened. Bruising, I'm losing.
My soul as quick as could be. Advocation of truth, I try to send.
A left hand fashion statement. Realism that's soothing.
There is a case, there upon my face. Of depression and hate.
It's a question of mind. A part of fashion.
The essence of my trace. A sensual form of passion.
I'm running out of time. I see the rising moon, at "my noon."
And I shun the sun. I am a blend of love and hate.
Curse me and die!!! The end is coming so terribly soon.
I may as well continue. The screwing of my fate.
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