I spend another day
on cold suburban streets
this monster urges me
I have to escape him
traped in this undertide
I must run, I must hide
but I've no hole to hide
he taills close behind
only leaving when I sucumb
the high that brought him
is all that makes him go
thriveing in my head
ripping and tearing at my soul
but I've no money to spend
pulled the path to my friends
they've got what I need
they've got what I want
I light up, lay a line
my reality surfaces
laying back he is pleased
but he'll want more tommrow
and you'll never understand
this skelliton is my soul
just another kid in a world
so dark, cold, and uncareing
this is how my life unfolds
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"This is not real. And the real world lies someplace else."
Blade Runner
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