Deadbeat

reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
All time struck out
chords rung through
my head exploding
slowly I am
learning that the
world will not stop
turning round and
fucking with my
head before I die

I've grown to know
so many excuses
no matter how many
you turn it's just you
that losing out now
you thats losing out now
you thats losing out
all of the time

All my life has been
revolving through a
past that repeats
frequently, ostentatious
melodically favouring my
enemys to me
sitting in the dark
plotting my next move
to see if I can win for once
this game we play
we play it most all
off every day, life
it seems so far away and

I've grown to know
so many excuses
no matter how many
you turn it's just you
that losing out now
you thats losing out now
you thats losing out
all of the time
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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