written about 9 or 10 years ago? eeesh, i can't remember.
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the sound of a million
screaming gods
couldn’t clear my head now.
better judgment,
the imposing father of reality,
i know you’re there
but leave me to this
discordant soul song tonight
drunk and alone and praying to
every idealistic memory i let fall
those lovely images of hell
abandoned for comfort and convenience
when it’s this sweet instability
that’s always justified my existence.
the awkward tragedy of love.