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Can i ever....

Put things back together...

The pills have ripped my soul..

moving closer to an unattainable goal...



some would say, none can change.

Here i beg to differ.

toll due at the river.

Ive paid my dues.

Ive been misued.

evicerated, miscontrued.



time will tell

but, isnt this hell?

Ferryman without a bell

an acrid stagnate burning smell.



When even happiness tastes like decay.

And all good things have died away.

and only the hopeless kneel to pray.

still I sleep in hopes of a new day.