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I've been gagging lollies

Looking for the off switch

In hall ways

always freaking me out

but then again 

not always

When is darkness ever 

Really around?

the bastard, 

When you need it

Another superstition 

Makes its way to the pulpit

To share its gaze

But without the victim, witness, or culprit

Im not about 

To call in my retinue,

I was perfectly fine on my own

In exit season,

With my

Peasant heathen 

Heavy breathing,

I climb the steps 

without reason,

seasoned in this moment

watch me atune myself 

Every floor board 

Bound to creak 

Speaks ill of me 

Until the boot loosens,

A neck unwound slowly 

With eyes that lose color 

in due time

Paper in the wind 

Shreds more easily 

When the aerosols 

To scare us all

Distribute a blanket 

of brand name brand tyranny,

But don't worry,

Since your clock savvy 

The time alocated  

Must be a lot more,

father time's dowry, 

Put that shit on ice

Wasted,

And in the end 

The volume is drowned out 

With a wave

Of hangovers

cresting beneath you