it’s the same day as yesterday,
it’s the same yesterday as tomorrow,
I’m locked in this prison
bound,
tied
and shackled to the same mistakes
I’ve made a thousand times before,
what am I here for?
behind my eyes there’s a war,
I need a fixation to take the stench
out of this decomposition,
life has become a stagnant stale corpse,
there is no harmony only discourse,
it doesn’t matter what you’re told
it makes no difference what you’re taught
some of us just drag a corpse
around with us all our lives
looking for a place to hide it
hoping nobody ever finds it
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