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| Living the Dead Life (old poem)
by obeydisorder at 5/12/2008 6:13:21 PM
It's a sad, lame world you paint in your head
Before you could live you were already dead
Chug the alcohol, it forms a tempting facade
You're now, but a slave to the drugs - your god
No sight of a goal, just lost hope and ambition
The act of submission is a smoker's tradition
Blank stares, fried thoughts and a scarred soul inside
The idea of having courage left you shaking, petrified
See a problem so you hide, a coward on the run
Get wasted to oblivion; the fight's lost, not won
Maybe throw it all away, leave your body to be used
Whether it's sex or drugs; you're a wh*re, no excuse
Apathy wreaks from the corpse that now rots
Your ruin, disgrace, and destruction is wrought
"I'm young, let me live," the words you always said
Funny you spoke of living, you were already dead
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