What nonsense ! My attitude in the ways of living seem depleted, and I am left with anticipation for full moons to come. I am part demon deep within, but out he must come! Too long I have been lost in a star drifting south, so now I shall jet north on enlightened wings. My patchy tapestry paints a picture of love, and death- so what path is for me to travel? Conspiring behind my very calculated back; treacherous dogs at my neck! So these dreams drive me up the walls, but what excuse can I give? What would make sense? Perhaps killing the evil within has robbed me of any talent I thought I had, cause without the passionate clenching of my fists no meaning will pass these lips! I love in accordance to the masses requests, come claim my life, put an end to all of this!
*Can't say no to this.
Stressed Out
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