“Frustration swells
When all the doors slam
Hit the ground
Running with thoughts in hand.
She thought I was stubborn
When I was just fucked up in so many ways
Trotting through the bullshit
As the last cigarette ash falls.
Broken days are all we have
Towers of doubt are *crumbling down
I don’t want to be reused
Within my shadows I’ll find another you.
Can you tighten my noose,
I’m only held up by a thread.
I’m fading into the horizon,
Entrapped in the mist.
Do our thoughts mean nothing,
When we’re not who we wanna be.
How dare you tell me to have control,
When I’m just the lies within you.”
*Rest In Peace Ted*
August 10,1990 - April 9,2011
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