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The clowns come and go,
leaving nothing personal,
except the poison and the tears.
I file the re****t
on my own assassination,
gazing at the chalk marks
drawn on the floor.
Everything is always torn,
ripcords on failing parachutes,
another falling stone,
dead stopped at high speed,
striking the wall of strangers,
a body in the wreck,
suffocating in the silence,
a burial in an empty sea.
Stuff of dreams,
and nothing new.
tried your best,
but the best won't do.
Deceased to the past,
deaf eared to ghosts,
no angel's fool,
crawling in the mud,
pushed down
under the rifle butt.
Nowhere to go,
change the faces,
rearrange the scene,
find the same twists of fate,
another blanked slate.
Appears to be a winning,
turns out to be a loss,
thought you had it better,
turns out it's nothing good.
A starvation diet,
for what you no taste,
no one really hears
any words from your mouth.
Fight mocking shadows,
you can never get it right,
wracked with torture,
in another's paradise,
you can't help yourself,
nothing ever helped you,
but you pay a high price.
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