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I could walk out into the cold night and find a bench to sit on; The wind would swirl and bite, entrench me Mentally, so pointless, breathing already sickness, Self contemptuous bile and write some pointless Lines, words upon a page or wish for your Possibility, turn back seconds, hours whatever, Learn before I self implode and finally see the Nothing, selfish being past ridiculous Expelling personal weaknesses on those who shine So bright, realise a mire of malaise Ushered in, send so often for, delusions of Control mash a turgid soul, so bleak The forecast could be different but won't, Educational strike, they push off, vomit t

im speeding down the north circular, anticlockwise. im listening to she's electric by oasis. the back speakers have a slightly sandy tone. im 9 years old. we're possibly going to safeway creche. i'll play with the big baked beans, i'll try to beat sonic's highscore. this is how i'll try to be. me, myself. rememberance. times of old. now is wrong, not too soon, but yes, the present. in aspects, i don't want it. people have to grow up. it's a fact of life. transition. transience, how fitting. a little past dated, i'm sure they'll agree. maybe there is a point i dont want to relieve, to move on from. maybe i don't see the moment to te

Nevertheless, the perpetual destination arrives Though the doors jam shut for me. We've known it was coming, but rails are The friends of fate: steaming, falling, Plunge me to the chasm below. And all this while a remedy is backlit and there. Darkness draped around the quiet side, Can only this pathway turn the silent tide? I am but one pair of shoulders Prematurely exposed to the shadows. Still other sinews continue, marching With tears confined to stories alone, mere entertainment, Endless, assumed. They don't face the riddles I choose to burn using myself as fuel. The urge to be dust upon the sky, reassuringly Heightens on e

The irony of it all, the infallible Truth; this won't last. The chemicals Subside to be replaced by fresh; I'm sure These desire corruption too. But The endless cycle spills on, ever tempting: The whirlpool you cannot help but enter. I'm not used to such recollection, you are fathomably different. Years in wilderness Breach the human barrier, gushing out. It - Us - it puzzles me to utter such words yet With multiple failures I lull into thought. Terrible, perfection-luring thought. And yet this world I would populate with You alone. Together, quiet, savouring smiles, Forseeing gold. The week, inexplicably my Nemesis, will arriv