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Goodnight, world

Larceny/
Well pardon me/
For startling/
Your tarnished dreams/
A part of me/
Is obnoxiously/
Drawing these/
Idiots towards me/
For performing/
Ungarnished deeds/
Because this is my poetry/
It noticed me/
Flowing free/
A slowly freezed/
Unloved and broken thing/
Woe is me/
Because Ive choked my screams/
For too long/
Now theyve moved on/
To my exposed instincts/
To become exploding me/
Groping meek/
Trying to find sanctuary/
You claim to scare me/
But Im safe and bearing/
Now ill will towards your faithless envy/
Days are bending/
Your will while Im chained and desperate/
Stay and set this/
Painful memory/
Up so I can reclaim my destiny/
A devastating reverie/
Has shaken me/
Im faithfully/
Making these/
Hateful demons/
Breathe in/
Heathen/
Air and stay away from me/
Maybe we/
Can stay and be/
Crazily/
Cradling/
Out native bleak/
Futures hastily/
Dont make me blink/
These tears from my eyes/
To summarize/
Im done with lies/
Trust in light/
To scrub the grime/
Out of your troubled heart/
Before it crumbles all/
Over and numbs your mind/
Into the puddle Ive/
Sidestepped/
I bet/
With your time left/
Youll buy sex/
And dine death/
To try and set/
Boundaries/
To loudly sing/
Your majesty's/
Happy scenes/
They have to be/
Gradually/
Let out to breathe/
Our your fantasies/
Will sappily/
Die outlandishly/
Are they proud of me/
You ask of me/
And I reply while laughing see/
You tragically/
Couldnt let magic things/
Happen free/
So your hopes were dashed, believe/
It was all your fault, sad to think/
So grab a drink/
And dance with me/
As our world unabashedly/
Collapses, see/

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