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What I Used To Be
Fallen from my gilded perch
I wallow in the filth of
The human cesspools littered about
Scratching through the petri dish of broken wills
Like a drowning man
I swallow the bile
Trying to catch my breath
Trying to stay alive
Trying to satiate the need
Infected I fight less everyday
Until I finally give up and
Succumb to the human disease of immorality
To feed the demons within
Till they are engorged and
I am but a glimmer
Of what I used to be
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
I wallow in the filth of
The human cesspools littered about
Scratching through the petri dish of broken wills
Like a drowning man
I swallow the bile
Trying to catch my breath
Trying to stay alive
Trying to satiate the need
Infected I fight less everyday
Until I finally give up and
Succumb to the human disease of immorality
To feed the demons within
Till they are engorged and
I am but a glimmer
Of what I used to be
(C) 2014 XMAR82 all Rights Reserved
Published 2nd Jan 2014
| Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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3rd Jan 2014 00:59am
'the petri dish of broken wills' is great but
'the human disease of immortality' smashes it - our imminent and likely death feels sometimes like our only honest companion
'the human disease of immortality' smashes it - our imminent and likely death feels sometimes like our only honest companion
8th Jan 2014 10:39pm
It's always there isn't it. In the back of our heads, where we want to keep it. Glad you enjoyed it.
