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Sometimes the thought of loneliness
Possesses me and bites,
As a swift kiss of terror whispers -
"Anarchy alone"

It used to be the lack of fear
That encompassed me;
Kept a tight grip and taught me to be free

But nowadays I hear the armies of love,
The stories, the romantic movie soundtracks
And I quiver in denial, in disgust;
Has pop culture determined teenage fate?

I drink and I drink until I see the yellow rays
Mixing several units of a thousand flavours;
A blood red concoction of violent thoughts
And unwanted haze.

But maybe I should just go out more
And see friends i've never had
Because to experience a modern feeling
Of panic could be a treat of the time.