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A Different Path (Three Word Inspiration)
There's feathers all around me now
in my hair, soft like a whisper
and bleeding from my pillow's gaping wound
a poor victim of my mindless slaughter
along with several glasses smashed
and a bottle of perfume
My nylons are to the point of tatters
my midnight escapade of chasing the moon
led me through a garden of malevolent stickers
Oh well, I never really liked them anyways
never had a pair that didn't run
much to my mother's tight-lipped distaste
A red stained towel cast onto the floor
is a brazen and shameless reminder
that sometimes I admit I take it too far
but I wouldn't change it in a heartbeat
and forsake my feral desires
to live a life of dull suffocation
dampened by pills
in my hair, soft like a whisper
and bleeding from my pillow's gaping wound
a poor victim of my mindless slaughter
along with several glasses smashed
and a bottle of perfume
My nylons are to the point of tatters
my midnight escapade of chasing the moon
led me through a garden of malevolent stickers
Oh well, I never really liked them anyways
never had a pair that didn't run
much to my mother's tight-lipped distaste
A red stained towel cast onto the floor
is a brazen and shameless reminder
that sometimes I admit I take it too far
but I wouldn't change it in a heartbeat
and forsake my feral desires
to live a life of dull suffocation
dampened by pills
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