Petals In The Grass

Anti-Living

Surrounded by ugliness
Surrounded by torment
Surrounded by despair
Surrounded by lament

The chains that bind me
Are cold
Colder and colder
As I grow old

I'm not anti-social
I'm anti-living
Living with the memories
That are unforgiving

Permanently scarred
Permanently displeased
Permanently toxic
Permanently diseased


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Anti-Living

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