6.Disease Artist
Years pass notes fade and fall away. Days long erased
disease artist's played you to waste. Listen and focus on old
song forgotten. Teeth-rotting memory of a mouth-breather
singing. B-side insecurities and sweating anxiously. Words once
preferred now just empty space between lines. Lack of strength
dictates my time. Wasting and wasted, waking to nothing. Pulling
on my heartstrings playing through my mind. Fingertips are
bleeding voice is shouting out, Death's sweating black-cloud
raindrops down on me. Chest is feather light mind's starting
to lose. Instruments of time make the final move. Disease
artist's played you to waste long erased. Magic tones
crackling ancient twenty-three-year-old bones. Ghost muscle
aching, pavement fitness failed weakens hopes. Drunk off the
drinking that just spills out of my mouth and down to the floor.
Stained carpet caked with every last stolen cigarette smoked
when I'm bored.
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