Simplicity
filtered through an angry mind
never does itself well.
Uncertain
and blaming my stupid heart;
it's always the cause
of nothing but
bereavement and regret.
And nothing more.
And nothing more.
Oh, foolish
day dream on a rainy day
traps me into fantasy
I can't shake off.
An urge builds
to empty every
piece of me
onto the floor
and curse-ed tendrils
come to save a
sorrowed soul that
drifts into normalcy.
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