vanity it pulls me under
pride has never been my fault
ego our achilles heel
the ability to self destruct has always been a fascination
so why let it end with a bang, with a hang
why not let it age
like anything worth having in this world
pain comes first
so why not prolong this pain
prolong the fall to the end
the beauty in words that has always captured me
is the release in my inner world
can become anyone's anything
we choose to see what we want
to take in a morbid vibe
or see great light in a twist of vision
my vision is blurred
my eyelids heavy
my fingers gliding towards the easiest option
to somehow express myself without spell check
maybe expressing is a wazte
goodnight me
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