Falling to shadows nowadays, feels like rain on a burn.
I don't listen to them anymore.
They seem to make me angry for no reason.
I have to remember that I may be the worst of the best, but I'm the best of the worst.
My blood is often cold.
And I know its okay to be mad.
But sometimes better to be mad.
Under my bed is the mystery of life.
I clutch my red gun to my chest.
But red guns can never be fired.
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Poems Of A Misfit.
SpiritualIf it's bad then why is it sweet? If it's fake then why do I like it? A secret recipe of danger. Disaster in disguise ready to go. If a smile crosses your face it's not genuine but if you laugh it's real. Too much to handle. Lick your lips and grin...
