Homicidal thoughts, you’ve been staying for too long,
While the devil him/her/itself sends me adrift.
Never meant to be thrown off a cliff,
But the sides of the mountain
Stay steadily rocking,
Destined to move in the slightest bit.
Why am I holding onto something that is so easy to throw away in an ashtray?
Latent with a film only found in a chain smoker’s throat,
And a cough that seeds a disease
Worth fighting through.
My mind takes to absence and gears towards flight,
While the guardian angels protect me at night.
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