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synchronizing our days with dimensions of falsity

a steel plate growing deep inside, tombstone of our conscience

as we deviously learn to betray –

convert our consistency into alibis,

alibis that recant every trace of sensibility.

TODAY MELANCHOLY HIDES

THE “X” ASSHOLE WE ARE USED TO PERFORM

TODAY MELANCHOLY HIDES

THE INFINITE FACES OF SHAME.

On probation….

Lie infiltration….

From guilt-sensation

To self-depreciation

thinking of you under hip-blows of the worst enemies

any % of pride in my ego decays

it’s been easier to bend me givin’ me a view behind a door

than punching my head hours & hours with a metallic bar.

TODAY MELANCHOLY HIDES

A CASTLE OF DETAILS

TODAY MELANCHOLY HIDES

ANOTHER NOTCH IN THE PAIN-CORTEX