When a glass is full it over runs on the table below. The table full now to the floor. With each second a revelation. Reason no more to take center stage. With class we cool what we know.Hoping for more. To teach another lesson. Humiliation.
Hard core desire to rule the passing moment only to find it gone. Vanishing with the truth we once knew. Apart from the board on fire everlasting. Time going on. Punishing the booth of gloom. We're through. No legislation to stop the humiliation.
I only seek death when desperation calls. Screaming for it's truth to be known. Sad how time takes it's toll. Leaving pieces on the ground. I speak to Seth,who's complications fall. Dreaming of youth once shown. Bad, now mine, on a roll. believing music to be just sound..........
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