slumped over in a tide of mass descruction,
epic failure, mass confusion.
a night on the brink of stabbing that which sustains me straight through the heart.
can't beat them. join them. beat them. kill them.
no one drinks anymore, we all drunk down here.
the man from the past fades away.
i stare at the recent with one i cocked.
i have seen him inside his clothes, outside of my body.
but i do not care. to remember is to reflect.
i close all of the red doors.
flames curling up to lick and meet my parted lips.
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