blasted high above
no one sits too close
under same skies
holding only memories close
until they are all forgotten
erased from the darkened mind
not even the slightest thought to rewind
created my own misery
when I fell for the devil’s curse
bad might sit for a minute
it always gets worse
and nothing worse than some
of the things I have been
can I say I learn
and would not repeat
and try to get better
as each day will pass
blasted high above
you don’t have to ask
say what is in your head
who still bites their tongue
everyone spits fire
older one and young
at heart eternal
never going to die
or ever answer why…
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