I’ve Always Been Here Like This

I look outside the window, I don’t see nobody out there

In the long forgotten darkness that shields me from the feeling

That I’ve always been here like this when I wished that I was elsewhere.

The fog that now unites us is the ghost of frail redemption,

Slowly rending me asunder like a chicken by a butcher

In the alley of forgiveness, dripping water like a torture,

Screaming quietly for mommy although she is far away now

 In the shadow of a heaven that doesn’t like poor sinners

And only takes the photogenic posers of the limelight

Where the smiles are always acid and the eyes are pointed at you

 Like the samurai accoutrements you felt you always needed

When you visualized perfection in the mirror of self hatred

Always smiling at that person always promising you everything

Though you knew you needed nothing but the knowledge of the ancients

To fulfill your numbered requisites pertaining to the ending

Of the saddest story ever in which you were not invited.

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(Untitled by LewSethics)

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         LewSethics

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(’The Thrilla is Vanilla” by LewSethics)

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