So what I'm not instilled in flight
Do I do anything right
Do I fight do I sight?
I'm all right for some time
Then again down and out
Try out, no doesn't go - mess up
Continuity is not in my bones - wrong
Progress until 99% mark -
But hark-this this is laughable
Palpable - amicable as I am
Re-traceable I am not
Rot - as I can for I stand
Then tire of the compound that
Lasts as a turnout and dance
In my head to the noises instead
If only I didn't feel terrorized
Catastrophized, morph into normal
Hold onto sorrow, only to create happiness
No, laughable as I am -
Trace my darkest thoughts and
Leave them swollen
Take my darkest memories
And bleed out the token
My truth is spoken
My silent rapture
Is mute decay.
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