Me, Myself, and My F#cked Up Reality

I loved the pasted state of mind
so stuck like glue in wasted time
when it was gone
I could never find
anything more than a hateful bind
I would trip my dome with drugs and wine,
review my ethics, shallow and unkind,
then shed the sickness, sin and grime
going....gone
there went my prime
blown away like genocide
I bled me dry
then tried and tried
to drink the water but crashed with the tide
then sunk to the bottom to discover the depth
of a cold underworld as i released my last breath.........................
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