I have pain lingering in my soul for eon’s
and I’m stuck here dealing with all the peon’s.
I have moral decay deep in my center
and I can feel my support splinter..
I know not of the pain that manifests
I just think of it as another one of the tests..
Deal with death, Deal with all the pain
Deal with the stupid and dealing with the insane
No more depravity to linger around my head
just this notion that I’d be better off dead..
No more people asking me for favors
no more partitions and waivers
No more tips to worry about
No more social industry clout
Nothing is worth the tear from my eye
so I think I’ll just waste my time and die.
Not I, Not me the little sinner in the streets
hiding away from all the met and meet’s
No more passion to dwell in these lips
No more fingers to trace upon your hips..
No more bills to take me away from my day
Nothing more for me to ever say….

09/12/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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