Monday, October 17, 2016


The fact of the matter
The sadness of eons
My zero is a halo
Now a noose around my neck
If I hang, then I hang.
But before with death I dance
I'm gonna take my chance
I will shout horror at the skies
With a raised fist
To tell the gods that dare listen
That I fuckin exist
There is a heart, not an engine
That in my chest beats
It's an angry drum machine
That will explode before it overheats
Till then this fucking thing
Will continue to sing
Sing the song even if
There is no one listening
But there is always one
And one is more than enough
One is better than two
For me the one is you.

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