i patched up the crack along the wall,
i pass it and lose track of what i'm saying.
cause that's where i was when i lost it all.
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Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
the tortured souls department: the devil's favorite world
i patched up the crack along the wall,
i pass it and lose track of what i'm saying.
cause that's where i was when i lost it all.
