I've run out of reasons
Thought I had enough for the seasons.
I was wrong.
It doesn't feel good.
Instead I'll ride the wave
At least until I'm out of this cave.
Snow falls on the mountainside
My contempt threatens to collide.
Your will of wills,
Threatened toward the hills.
Run away!
You're so fucking good
Self righteously you stood
Awaiting my decree;
I will not say.
Your mantra written
In blood on the wall.
"What stands tall must fall."
Remember words of wisdom
Originate from a corrupt mind.
Enslaved are you 'til the end.
Write me a letter you will not send.
When it's said and done,
You'll be forever alone.
On the verge of collapse
The script reaches its final verse
Destined to play over again
Until God decides to end this refrain.
Take up your needle, take up your pill.
Please remember to have your fill.
Written in red on the windowsill:
"Vibrant Winter. Dead Spring. Bitter Summer.
Alive Fall."
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