By Doober   

System of disintegration,
Life is enjoyable,
Your sanction.

Timing is all wrong.

Like a hike through the woods.

Icy to the core,
No heat to assist,
People are there, bliss

How is it stored?
Trickling, trapped, ticked, torn.
No answers; some way after you are born.

Sturdy, a mountain,
Dirty, obligation,
My mind, racing

Sparring moments,
The curtains close,
Oh, they crumble.

Centered for perception,
Dizzy in circles,
Feel for redemption,

Not noticeable,
Busy for attention,
Mistakes like waves,

They take and they take,

Holes or graves?
Bewildered, an allusion,

Figures, figure it out.

Translation, I can't shout.
Subsided, move along,
Caught deep, a paradox.

I don't belong.

Take a break,

Too hard on yourself for fucks sake.

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I am too hard on myself, that is all.