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Lost

Ways hazy with soot and dust..        
My lust?..          
Once upon a time a peeping tom..        
Short in my thoughts..        
I'm mad and sad    
Running along the streets slitting peoples throats..        
Sinking in my boat..
Am gone..
Pray for me or put me in your thoughts..
While I keep walking this footpath along the longest road
       
         
         
         
I sound weird and bored..          
Simply suffering both..        
I mourn and mourned..        
Night and day alone..          
Deep in my darkest thoughts..        
         
Along the way..        
Longest road..        
Tom, Dick and Harry can tell am so disturbed..    
The keys destroyed!  
My luck my sanity locked up in some box..        
Somebody tip me..        
Took my take..        
Somebody help.. Tik my tok!        
         
Something might've tricked my thoughts..      Hot on their heels someone Tip my toes.. Am touched..        
What I feel is        
Much rush        
Am torn        
Am worn        
In this mob        
Am lost        
Compelled by an unknown boss..
       
         
         
All the way it's hazy with soot and dust..
My lust?..          
Once upon a time a peeping tom..        
Short in my thoughts..    
I'm mad and sad..  
Running along the way slitting peoples throats..            
Sinking in my boat..
Am gone..
Pray for me or put me in your thoughts..
While I keep on trading on the footpath along the longest road
       
         
Lost and living in my shores..          
Alone with my whores..        
Don't fucking care you see me in my worst..        
Am lost..        
Am toast..        
Am short of words..        
     
In this battle field I am missing my fire..      
I live my life.. Don't you read my file?      
     
Am robbed      
Am cloned    
Am clutched      
That's why I don't wanna meet you love      
     
The result of what I get enrolled      
The performance of a malfunctioned remote control..      
Free my folks..      
Unlock my luck..      
     
Oh pls somebody tell them to leave my door      
Like an owl!      
I  rather stay indoors..      
     
Tripped my soul..      
Am not to blame..      
I'm burning myself in this flame..     
     
I composed this with sick thoughts..      
All I need is someone who truly speaks in my tongue..        
Who can sit next to me bung in my lounge..        
All day long!..
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2021
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