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Three Deadly Sins & A Fog
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April 2010
My pen is crying, as slowly the blood becomes ink on a line,
paper absorbs all the hits and bruises, and stil lfinds a way to shine,
love, depression and anxiety, are what this book has combined,
if my life ever needed destination, then this book would define.
My guitar is bleeding, as slowly the chords begin to connect,
the pick rips at the strings, the rapid strumming starts to infect,
as I start to suspect, that depression is my sole subject,
mastery is the kep to survival, always make the sound perfect.
My headphones are screaming, as slowly the music is loudly said,
all the words start to take over, my feelings go straight to my head,
take the warm happiness, and like butter begin to spread,
as I dread the dead me, as I will dread for the rest up ahead.
Dragonbreath is sparking, as slowly the smoke goes to his mouth as fire,
these times are downers, the situation is dreadful and dire,
life becomes a symphony of sadness, you can aspire to admire,
the desire to acquire that higher, while you desire to expire.
