Perfection Through Silence
everybody thinks different.
who's right who's wrong
there's no difference
today's one of my shittified days. feeling all thashed up.
i haven't done anything the whole hols.
not touched a single book. nor a single piece of work.
my instincts tell me im gonna die.
however, my mind produces a plan otherwise.
stoning in my jail cell
sitting face to face with lonliness
painting a picture of black and white
the film strips go round and round
flooding memories everywhere.
everything is silent
i feel so disconnected
and so, ill continue fixing this tragic loss of innocence
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