Miss my chance
but that’s ok in this stance
none can catch my dance
sorry Mr. tan
you can be on top again
Truth be told I’m feeling kinda old
I'm busting this mold ten fold
trying to open up to people I hold
dear John I don’t know how long
This can go on
for as long as you stand strong
as those hands Stand you tall
make sure not to fall
it might lead you back to us all
frantic paws scratch at the bathroom stalls
its not your call
to take a life
is to end hope
when dead everything that
person was gonna be is dead
you say they killed your family dead
Truthfully they don’t belong to anyone
they belong to them selves
what comes to them is death
but don’t think you will escape this fate either
life is a chance not to be nothing
but this stays present for every question
there‘s something always there
fathom the endless direction
darkness chasing light in tandem perfection
creating a subjective truth
that can never be questioned
hard to find protection
from these
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