Apathetic Addicts in Abatement

No, don’t tell me I’m alright
It seems the more I fall, the less I come alive
It’s hard to see inside
Just take a look behind the curtain of demise…

~*~

Coerce me to torment

An ideology in cement

Humiliate every bone

Throw the initial stone

Rejecting faithless keep

Push a hatchet in deep

Neuropathic tendency

In a bellicose affability

A picaresque headline

Anaemic from decline

In a scandalous blade

White blood coagulate

So shatter the enamel

Infect in parasitic hell

Drowned in lying acid

Yet all the while placid

Apertures of cruel harm

Slaughter drastic charm

A basement ramification

Trapped curious revulsion

Alacrity for a punishment

Consequence in sentiment

Hesitation holding a while

But it was all simply facile.

~*~

I’m an addict force of habit on the double
I spark the static for dramatics call me trouble
You never would believe what I have become
And still I can’t believe I’m running…

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