Rollins

there is nothing to be said when it’s been said with recycled words melting into morbid shapes and what
whats to be done?
I can’t help myself so it’s just wandering forward to the bright unthinkable where light never shines and its always last call for the wings on the barfly
an abyss in a person can never go away it drags everything inside even if it hurts it embraces the horrible but always shows up with a smile and a battle plan
a scowl to be reckoned with plus scars to prove the worth of the worthless standing before you saving hope for the hopeless
some people are better left be as they are
chain to themselves to a pushing stone uphill at all costs because the ending would be unsettling then urban myth that you can get everywhere but here
the lies ring off the brick and mortar into a choir of angelic meloncholy raining through back alleys jumping freedom cages it runs on
the natural habitat of the left alone is anywhere that will just leave them alone in the wild running through castles that cover the landscape that the insides will never be seen
Not meant for here is harder than guising that everything is lovely and grand and no one will let you leave knowing freedom lies within and not out
there are other places but they have to left go of them
holding on pains everyone
standing around worthless because reality had you useless at birth
or
stand up with bleeding knuckles and knees just to pretend this place is home
in the end with no winners
its plain old broken down heart born of hurt

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Just Wrong

there are spaces in between right and wrong
good bad or indiffrent
black or fucking white
besides on paper spelled out
not only the smaller words that fall into place to keep them linked
small grooves for blank stares
its where bigger words actually belong
the jury isnt’ listening they are worried about dinner and getting a beer
keep those opinions forming they serve you well when the truth doesnt’ suit
my tailor doesnt’ seem to agree