Terrible Trio
I burned both ends of my candle
It's been raining for a while, no promise of letting up
I stumble off the pavement with reckless abandon for the weather
This jaded match stick has served it's purpose.
I enjoy the distant shouting
I'm not a fault, I'm primarily a bullet
Trained to kill off any hope of reaching final velocity
And secondarily a death sentence.
Where do I call home?
Selfish, Spoilt and Lazy; the terrible trio
Taking our drinks for granted but memories are left behind
And we're all out of straws.
Take me back 32 centuries
This bathtub is filled over months
Now years; a masterpiece of the highest caliber
Part the red sea with sins.
A panic, a scramble for land,
Swimming in circles, I'm lost at sea
These weights pull me down, I'm sinking further,
It's strangely light outside.
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