i won't keep whimpering
boy, i love to talk
so, as the mind keeps whispering,
still here i stalk -
find my course,
to speak my mind,
to run its course,
such a delicate line.
a river whose flow ebbs and wanes
a consciousness that will forever stain
swallowing all the misery
without a trace of errant glee
i went ahead and paid my fee
so give me space, time to bleed
bleed out for you,
in this endless dream
bleed out blue,
come chug my steam
the hottest of takes,
we spit and we spit
true gloom it will take
to really not get bit.
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