Trapped in a every repeating paradox
If I didn't open my eyes
I wouldn't be able to tell if it was day or not
Wash, rinse, repeat doesn't seem so simple
now does it?
I think I've lost a couple of days
No dozens
At least this time I'm not stuck within the internet
There's nothing to do can't even get intimate
Can't call for help no Skype no text
Trapped inside don't wanna run into my ex
Someone pull me up before I sink any deeper
Go any farther and I might just meet her
Diablo
in the flesh
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoetryMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.
