The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Anywhere but here
So here I stand, not so much a crossroads
But a crisscrossing doodle gone mad
Haha, ‘mad', yes, I know mad
And it's gang, depression, anger, loss
Other members of it's gang hang around too
Like low life scum bags on street corners
All wearing fake smiles and brazen stares
Beckoning me to chose their path
Weak and exhausted, thoughts drowned
By alcohol to ease the suffering
I stumble, rather than walk to my chosen path
When in reality, I should just turn back
I have seen these crossroads before
And I know if I backtracked
I'd find a junction that somehow I missed
The long walk back, will give me time to reflect
The debts, the emptiness, the need for answers
Answers to questions I thought long gone
I feel dizzy, I simply don't know what to do
I just want to implode, explode, self destruct
Drown in sea of blood, washed  a shore
Anywhere but here.



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