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Introverted.Inverted.I

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There is a carcass of failed art in my backyard
Fallen victim to the mantra of the defunct spark
Some days the spirit is locked up like tanked sharks
Those days I feel unable to play the creator’s part

Watch the Big Dipper loose its lights one by one
As sunrise revives a small town from the slumber
Wish I had rock to crawl under but the clock says “RUN!”
I wish there would be a way to kill this none stop buzz

I loathe most days, as a rule of thumb I’m in bad moods
Late teen angst with the stability of storm meets wing suit
I’m lost in issues so I build a room out of necrotic tissues
With a broken skeleton key so you don’t bother me

I’m off to my little island to raise the flag of the recluse spider
I need undetermined weeks rest to heal my smashed glass box
Is it too much to ask for break from those constant colliders
I’m calling in sick today in this murderous school of hard knocks

I noticed that my entire world is designed and build to spill
I just sit down and play guitar on melancholy hill and feel unhinged
Noticing how much time was innocently killed I disgustingly cringed
Carpe Diem is disappointed by my self-loathing binge. Rust on sword hilt
Thought I write another piece about how much of a depressed outcast I am. Much fucking edge I guess.
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