depression · Life · love

Purgatory bliss

Why are we like this?

Every time

The arguments

Constantly

No reason nor rhyme

.

We chug on

Gluttony for punishment

Bring it the fuck on

.

Rage in your tyranny

For every poxy mistake

God I’m fed up

I’ve had all I can take

.

Can’t do right for doing wrong

Don’t talk nor listen

I’m putrid, poisonous waste

Infect you with my touch

.

Love is barren, dwindling away

Like this constant purgatory

That is life as it is

Us as we are

Is anything but bliss

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