Feb 5 • General discussion
Doing time
I set down in the shadows of my mind my palace,
bit ironic the pawns of darkness bind to malice,
I Sip tonic that dawns to tarnish the kind & callous,
I always knew I wasn't like the rest of mankind im the Atlas
Burdened from birth, like a soul with no worth
Born in the dirt, now I crawl along this earth
Trapped in this state, chained beneath rebirth,
Haunted by this fate,I'm cursed, like today I'm in a hearse,
It's the loom in the eye the dip in enthusiasm ,
The doom awaiting pride is evidently sarcasm ,
I have no ceiling to contest,and no ground rest,
Just voided phantasm,
Deep in this deepened dungeon for no crime,
I sit still doing time,
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Doing time
