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Parade of Darkening Days

  Out there self-will run riot, I'm a menace I'm a con.
I'm a liar, and a thief, with no shame for all done wrong.
I'm not a lover, or a friend, i'm a sinner and a lie.
That's never living, just existing, praying each day to die.
   I somehow convince myself that getting high will be the way.
That it will silence the clamoring inside me, smother the fire trying to smolder and escape.
Unescapable, unending blackness seems like it may be fair trade
For this 3 ring circus, alarm bells ringing, bulls on fucking parade.
    But once i stick that pin in, i forget i lose my grip.  
On what little hope for sanity before plunged back to regret.  
And I give up the power that in that moment i forget I posses in spades.
And hand it back to obsession, compulsion, and a Parade of Darkening Days.
Written by alisvolat82
Published | Edited 22nd Feb 2020
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