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Crystal Lake

Crystal Lake






I'm begging you to let me immolate/
This is straight/
From the heart because this inner pain/
Won't dissipate/
I'm lifting weights/
With every bitter day/
Because this hidden angst/
Fuck, it simply weighs/
Too much for me to mitigate/
What I'm feeling, to be alone, a risk to take/
I'm in a pickle late-/
Ly, as I sit and wait/
On a phone call from a certain little name/
That will never hit the stained/
Glass, so I rip and rage/
Against myself, against the strain/
Of this mistake/
And with that one, the ripples graze/
Across the surface of the crystal lake/
Of my mind, the crypt I lay/
In is of my own building, I fell in, tripped and splayed/
Out on the concrete/
All these/
Haunting/
Images come back to taunt me/
I'm wanting/
The past to arm me/
With calm things/
Palm me/
In your hand baby and stop me/
From washing/
Away these thoughts each/
Night with whiskey and oxy/
I'm falling/
Darkly/
Into the halls these/
Demons are walking/
Through, stalking/
Me promptly/
Each evening, they all seize/
Me in a raw siege/
Ripping off sleeves/
From my shirt and hollering/
Obscenities as they stomp me/
Into the dirt, balking/
I'm back six feet under, paltry/
But then I think of a tall drink/
In Mai Thai's, you on me/
Leaning drunken, calling/
Me your Man, then I rise, a zombie/
I claw, reach/
For the moon and dissolve these/
Party/
Favors like well wishers and brawl each/
Of my dark needs/
With startling/
Fervor, my heart stings/
So kickstart me/
With adrenaline/
It's settling in/
I'm in a definite/
Prison and bawling/
Embalm me/
The car screeched/
It's a hearse, I'm malevolent/
A pestilence/
That revenant/
That comes only at night to meddle in/
Affairs I have no question in/
What would you reccommend/
As medicine/
A mental esc-/
apee that represents/
The better end/
Of a raw deal/
Do y'all feel/
I've served my sentence yet/

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