Kronos

It seems I've made best friends with myself.

It would also seem that I've made best friends with the wrong myself.

Thanks for the "how are you" pops I'll be ignoring that.

I'm also ignoring the familiar smell of whisky on his breath.

I can see the stress leaving his body.

Like it once did mine.

Back when I first met the wrong myself.

Back when it was still awkward.
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shit....
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Existentialism

His hair wack.

His gear wack.

His jewelry wack. 

His foot stance wack. 

The way that he talks wack. 

The way he doesn't even like to smile wack. 

Me, I'm tight as fuck.

I'll always be sad.

but at least i wont be drugged.

New Years ipicac

Hiked 600 miles round the mountain

And I looked and looked and looked

And nothing was ever found

Heard 600 prayers said of me in desparate hope

And I heard and heard and heard

And nothing came abound

I walked past 600 tombstones to ask what it was like

And I asked and asked and asked

And nothing came around

I listened to 600 lyrics

And I listened and listened and listened

And nothing left me hanging

So I saw 600 moons

And I called an called and called

But the sun never called back

So I killed myself 600 times and tried a pulse

And tried and tried and tried

And nothing ever found

Broken circles and something leafy left me hanging

Something left me hanging

Something left me hanging

So I swallowed 600ml of my pride and looked for my sorrows

And I looked and looked and looked

But not a worry found?

Something left me hanging