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Lyrics to a song. C4C


This rush of negativity,
This free package of self-pity
Is slightly bitter to the taste.

A slow-paced waltz song
Thrown into the mixer.
A heathen sing-along;
Hide your loud snicker.

It's a demonstration at the stroke of midnight,
In full-fledge desperation,
A glaring oversight
The dying thoughts of an agnostic theist.

Life is just that.
Stripped of phony, pretty metaphors.
An unfamiliar habitat.
And early death is yours.

Rage is an epiphany that slows down at yellow lights. It's a breather, come and feed her.

You showed me how to fall,
and I'm stargazing in your eyes.
Dark hazel cores that look up curiously
at a face of despair and anguish and bitterness;
eyes that bring me back.

But I'll lock the truth away.

It's a demonstration at the stroke of midnight,
In red-smeared white shirts,
A witty death wish,
A summer shade of turquoise!