The way it is… at least for now.


Take it away.
Kill the only thing thing keeps me sane.
Drop me in a bucket full dullness.
For gold can survive through it.

Slap me.
Laugh at every dream that I collect.
Turn off the connection.
For that does not mean electricity doesn’t exist anymore.

It might be a lie.
I might be obsessed.
I might be living an obsessive lie.
Regardless, I was born with it.

 

 

-Oro Continua

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