June
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Dagens arbete: the TV A thought, swivels around my chest Imagined, touching, stifling Disappeared, were missed and born again Reflected A tv, smashed into bits By hungry hands Broken A broken tv Like a broken mind And a broken thought Banged my head into thick walls, screamed, Thrashed my paintings Thrashed my life Destroyed everything that ever mattered A destroyer That is what I am A thrasher A fucker Rain pouring down Over the fragments of my trashed mind Remorse The remorse, corroding my brain like acid The hatred, blackening my heart The passion, burning in my shivering body The longing, feasting on my sanity My smile is as fake as the tears streaming down your pretty face Memories, yes memories Stabs you in the back You loath them Yet you cling on to them The thoughts, the tv, the remorse, the memories Neither of them matters anymore.
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