Square one, forever falling for instance, instant existence
another abject freeze frame enprisoned, step two is visions decision
Picture the prism, interal- inner adolescence, adult depression
expressed antisocially, dressed focally the Adolf in question
On a message board, regular captive, infact few stand hightops
an ironic oxymoronic alliance, I'm Mr. Black shoes and White socks
Cloaked in a common persona to blend with bitches and the C front
tonight is not on the cards, not suited for this as I read "trump"
Its a steep run of the "mill", faking street on righteous paths
eyes are the window to the soul shown through the sightless mass
Something which I did lack, fighting back was my alias "Peter Out"
I've lost track of time, and drawn out battles was the reason how
An earpiece applicance that overhauls defiance with hate calls
whats the threat of death when living life is already so painful?
Observing the rainfall, the computer chair conquests as throne
with the hold of A Margo, enough to leave all impressed in Rome
Fester from below or under the thumb, its hard to even get up
anxious to be stuck as part of this AOL community and it sucks!
The words "You brought it on yourself" were finally that illusive
it was plain to see that feelings confusive were only just denial!!
Hit with milestones, HERE making nothing of a tentative existence
No employement, I must be useless, in all smoothness I'm friction
Description- encyrpted, No one wants to know about the falsely born
If my older sister was still alive, I'd be nothing to even mourn
I probably aren't anyway, everyday, involves nothing in slow motion
A rueful cycle of too much slumber and still im never no Trojan
Its hopeless, half the time no-ones home, not fit for commonplace
the embarresment, even in the mirror I wish I saw a foreign face
Wonder how the porridge tastes? Lifes sentence in the Necronomicon
I'm at one with this choir of swans and the song is all wrong
Hope its all gone- this shithole of a life, the bottomless pitfall
its pitiful, I'll teeter the hole, I'd like to implode, individual
..minus himself, finding myself is harder than finding companions
aliennation means no-one understands me, like talking to Spaniards
Or Italians, so I use Italic trends to express in text
what the spirit can posses... to a buddylist that is meaningless
So thee exists, Asterisk pointing to me Asterisk, Here to con time
I'd love to walk the "tight" rope once, spend some more life "online"
From day one it went down hill, I'll never get over the hill...
...Hopefully anyway, I love you void Eternally Yours,
N-Demik
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