Kid of Los Angeles

He avoids me.
He avoids me completely, doesn't look at me.
I feel so...blue.
An ocean full of emotional tears and wonder.
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Spiraling in a lapse of judgement,
high on false belief.
Breathing short rapid breaths, trying to take it all in.
Slowly weaning in the dark apocalypse,
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Every Day. A Struggle.
A struggle not to add to my glutonous outside composition.

In the harrowing courtroom: my mirror.
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Beauty. A confusing riddle.
An obscure portrait with no paintings.
A pink elephant used for it's vanity.
A vanity mirror used for reflection.
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A dilligent spine that once stood so tall,
humbled with age and withered to a fall.
Lost on the path, a misguided road.
Stranded with a compass, but nowhere to go.
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Lying in a deep blue bed of sea.
Sluggishly drifiting down into the painfully calming depths of oblivion.
Sinking lower.
icy penetration engulfing the putrid breath of life once held.
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The colors flash vibrantly. Once in a while.
My rusty arms rotate. Slowly.
I constantly need some rust repair to work.
I can work.
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I see it. I see everything.
Every muscle in his body
Every pulse through his veins.
Every breath that he takes.
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Rain Rain.
Can't go away.
My rainy cloud always has to stay.
With my drops I can play.
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Reminisce, reminisce on history,
Reminisce, reminisce on a victory
Do we celebrate victory?
Among death, hostages, tragedy?
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Drenched in the light of candlewick
Enlightened by the dance of the flames trick.
Surrounded by a supposed reference to womb,
A supposed “home” I assume.
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Drenched in the light of candlewick
Enlightened by the dance of the flames trick.
Surrounded by a supposed reference to womb,
A supposed “home” I assume.
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Math days
Numbers
Mind in a slumber
Body peaking to hibernation
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Living amongst the webs
crawling, falling, starving for lies.
Truth serves as the venom for certain death,
slowly bleeding soul onto your square inch of pavement.
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Now is the time.
Yet time is a sand that flitters through broken fingers.
Weary and ongoing, old man Time ticks lives of seconds.
In duration of these seconds, elders preach to the missionaries.
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Deep, dark acidity.
The devil wraps his tongue around those within the true testament.
Heaven and light holds nothing but a beautification of a pit in hell.
The satans tongue drops with such acidity and poison,
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It ruined my life. School.
A torture chamber in the form of a box.
Little ants of different colors scatter about within.
They drag you down like little leaches on the social ladder.
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Why, Why, Why
Why doeseth he look the other way?
Am I strange, hideous dark?
True, True, True.
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Glass has shattered.
Clocks have stopped.
Flowers have unbloomed.
Life has come to a standstill.
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So unhappy. So lonely.
Such a failure.
Death is a frequent visitor.
Constantly chatting with my thoughts.
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