the memories displayed in the rearview
in perfect 20/20 like hindsight always is
i've cut my teeth on sharper things
and you went dull a long time ago
you're the one who chooses to fail
over and over and over again,
but those reoccurring themes
won't be killing me
clenched fists just like you
follow your veins like an avenue
black lung just like you
from all the mistakes that you never knew
a spitting image in the mirror
yet quite the opposite to the eye
i refuse to let this be the end of the line
you wasted a lifetime for a few minutes
and i have only just begun to lay waste
to those i love and everything i know
the sun is blinding
the horizon is fading
the solstice has commenced
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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