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Peter Pandemic

Most children grow up wanting to change the world, I never wanted that, I wanted the world to change me.

I still fight my shadow when it’s acting shady
 paving a way for me to be humble on a rainy day,
though still hoping to keep the crazy away by waving a light around my head just to keep the darkness at bay,

I can’t tell you all the times I’ve shared a drink with the Devil
 now that I’m older,
He’s always asking to borrow a few more live ones,
and when he should climb up
and set fucking Armageddon in order,
I’d answer him if I didn’t feel like he’d give me a cold shoulder,

five seconds alone with me and I already hate this company,
but I’d probably lie to myself just to keep myself out of trouble,
bipolar, schizoaffective, schizophrenic either way I’m still finding the multiple doubles hidden in my whiskey glasses,

does that make me an optimist? or one hell of a pissed off mess (pessimist)


Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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