At the pace of a snail
Marbles in my mouth
My luck's my Holy Grail
Holy Ghost tugging at a string
That dangles within me, unraveling
Augment the hourglass teeming with sand
The grains fall freely
Once thick as rope now thin as strand
I would be numb ideally
In the dimness of an area
Unfamiliar I am unscathed
Immersed in my own hysteria
In my own blood I have bathed
Nimble streetcar in metal pieces
Subtle, sordid, dark as night
The garnered speed decreases
Tears falling to its plight
Slosh a puddle of moon juice
Stars flicker, but I'm paralyzed
Dancing around that tempting noose
Alter this sordid to sterilized
Absence of sensation
Lost in translation
Bullet penetrations
Into clouded contemplations
Motionless at the station
Chugging to a foreign stretch
Eyes sealed shut like blinds
Erase my past like an Etch-a-Sketch
In my portrait with my frame of mind
Toss me any mind-numbing, euphoric pleasures
In the form of liquids or solids
Get me off
Not alone, encompassed by familiar faces
Stronger than an ox
What ferments beneath
Unaware, blind as the darkness
Rather remain ill-informed
Don't say shit to me
I'd rather have a hoot
And cleanse my mind till it's time
For the train to leave the station
Hope it all falls on deaf ears
You drown yourself in daydreams and imagination
And fleeting pleasures
Ceaselessly till you can slam your fist down on the table
With pure, unadulterated brashness
Backbone, collected like a stack of newspapers amid the still atmosphere
No more twisted shit
Craving for the Devil's hands
Solidifies why repercussions occurred
When one projects into the past
Why certain things didn't last
Craving scorn and detestation for you so bad
Take me to the treetops
So I can look down upon
My sincerest gratitude
At times, nuts and bolts fall flat
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