Running from reality

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I just slipped up my Rolex.. I hear it's the darkest times, I ain't ever scared, I ain't ever terrified, I lift my hands up, my bones dislocate, dance to the auto tune. I ain't ever scarred, I'm not sure that's the word but, I ain't ever horriffied, I've got eyes like marbles, if I cry they sparkle.. and my smile, it's wide, could light up the world, but my beat is the fire, and to that I ignite, my rib is the cage, and my lungs the hostage, the air is getting shorter. My skull is the enclosure, my mind detained, my thoughts tortured. My body but a bag of bones. The demons here are vast and plenty, not always horned, never honoured, eye sockets lacking balls, death took away my tongue but I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm not running. You know I see dead people, I just tell them to get a life. An omnist, not afraid to die. I'm an optimist, can't resist. I have killed for both honour and pleasure. I stand behind the trigger. Maybe I'm the target.

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