Braden's Poetry

Sickened by the bad taste in my mouth
Eventually I'll forget this
I go about my day insisting on other things
My mind inside and my body battered
I followed the sound of another ringing
Grateful to be alive and pushing the Reader around
I'm like a planet out of orbit
In circles I go to the outside
I'm looking in from the dark ride
I'm going out on a self-inflicted suicide
I've seen 'em all die and yet I haven't cried

Lecture me my mentors
I'm supposed to find her
All of them tormentors
Left is a bitter reminder

That I should die
Yeah - I should just lie down
Close my third eye
And sink into the sound
As the earthworms wrythe
And my soul seeps into the ground

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