Today’s a fresh fruit, Monday skydiving

Again, stop.


Have a good time

The cycle never sleeps
The sixth time that you took from the jar

Pay the pennies in
But bills will come and flip – hard

The same stories
Try to view this from a distance

It’s good riddance

Same religion inflicted by this sick rhythm that riffs on memories and rips them
Onto the eyes of beholder
Can’t see it, more like lens less like blinds that can roll up that
Stay throughout the day
See a memorable face
Turned to a bad way
Back to the bad place
Where stand waits
And sand slates feel so good to the palm –
like water on napalm
Just stay calm its never to late to stop harm
Eyes inflated like tubes, a hate farm

Stuck in the head again

Gonna go back to bed again

Reconcile with the red again
It’s the third time this week

Stare at the bed sheets



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