when i'm iced subjective views are enticed 
in lieu of feeling remorse for every high eventually endorse
regrets, paranoia, convoluted conversations with yourself.
Childish slands do political stand brand these sadistic stands.
Ironic isn't it.. when habits are borne so that pain is missed
as chronic days meet a year or two, 
you're crowd is still the same; only dealers are new
bank balance is nil, and that bitch now drives a car
facing what's true throws your hopes a shooting star
until recognition by mama sits one by a compulsive liar,
hungry for the dollar, every morn to holler
give a tick and later, debt's become my hater.
Such whiteness used to cater happiness despite 
that its falsely enhanced, now each morrow only promise
blight. Innocuous fright met each night as anxious sins brew up inside..
i hate this now. i'll hate it still.
but in her embrace can i maintain such will?
Till, she passes by me in just a matter of hours
will she miss me when the full moon flowers
and decompose within its hue
all feelings true.. -- Misology absolves me
but sleep drains me reason free
and i wake the next day in moonlight dew
thinking.. that I am still in love with you.
 
By Mannequin (mlc)

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