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Dead End

Dead

End

Unfit

For

Society

Posterity

 

Me?

I’ve

Been

Judged

Unworthy

Of

Humanity

 

Usually

Solitary

Entombed

Among

The

Convicted

 

Boys

Clashing

Representing

Counterfeit

Constellations

 

Where

Does

One

Find

Love

 

Among

The

Convicted

 

Nowhere

But

I

Wander

The

Globe

 

Searching

For

My

Future

 

My

Salvation

From

Confinement

Solitary

 

Discarded

After

My

First

Breath

 

Gasp

For

Breath

Icy

Fingers

Constricting

 

Asphyxiated

Isolated

Stone

Concrete

Razor

Wire

My

Tomb

Evermore

 

Body

Decomposing

Gnawed

By

Solitude

 

Skeleton

Animated

Only

By

Drugs

 

Obliterating

Neurons

Decades

Cells

Moment

By

Moment

 

Clouds

Inhaled

Numbing

The

Rot

 

As 

I

Stumble

Through

Another

Year

Continent

Country

City

 

Funeral

Pyres

Lighting

My

Path

Dimly

 

As

I

Reach

Out

For

Your

Embrace

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