depression · Life · love

Purgatory bliss

Why are we like this?

Every time

The arguments


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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