Unconscious fever led me
to a shallow grave
I assumed that the effects of the
bitter pills were wearing off but
still, i’ve lost my way before
On similar days I have, written
A song without words, skated
until my night runs out and
smoked my insides dry
All hollow distractions though, this
insider dealing is the root of
our problem
pack your bags and change your
smile
Hollow Distractions
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 2:24 AM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Poems, Randomness
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