The 2 A.M Writer

How I truly decay

God I love the pump

The ever growing pustule of pleasure

It\'s worth all and more

Feed me and stave off the hunger

Complete me, the dysfunctional puzzle

Worth all and more

Like a never ending sleep

Yet wide awake to experience the dreams for real

All and more

God I miss her, and them

I miss the bed and picture frames

And more

When the waves cease, the rocks are visible

My eyes go from yellow dilate to hollow red

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I can\'t believe it

The glass and mirrors hide no truth

Conclusion as blunt as my rationality

What the fuck have I truly transformed into?

I\'m not a Man but a Fly

Set to mate and die

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