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life shattered in reflexive reverie

this melancholic has pondered too much, too damn much

bronzed haze hovers o'er this spindle twirl city

like so many alley dogs nosing through the waste

 

lost but all knowing

blind but all seeing

loose lips fall fast for open ears

'til they're tired and torn and singin' prayers for solitaire

 

never been much for the good life

honest to gawed it scares the hell out of me

still these daydream hours slip by

whether hollow or bright eyes choose to receive them

 

and it was but yesterday

that i finally found the man i was

only to lose him hours later

to a thin setting sun

 

oh but did you see that murder fly yesterday

black hordes consuming the skyline

the one, he sits now outside my bedroom window

he and his cohorts, they laugh and laugh