Breakdown

Tell me there is still a way. Happiness is a distant friend we can call Ending the treacherous storms. Dark clouds hover over my hometown Ominous hydro breathed by traumatic law Obscuring the sun and levity Reminding us of our vicious cycles. I remember the vanished warmth Silenced by the raindrops of experience. Can we ever go back to the sunlight? Lingering flashes play in our heads, Omnipresent souvenirs littered everywhere Singing fading notes growing dimmer Each time the soundtrack plays. Damnation is the loudest chord now.

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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