dieing, just a little inside
like the last time i nearly cried
and the popular opinion at the time
was that the crazy man had come to play
negative populations on the left side of the cortex
concentration campers here to stay now
and everyone gets to play,
forgetting all that i have learnt
and throwing them all away
putting the box outside the way
and nothing can stop me
except for this
this cancerous being on my right side
that sucking feeling in my blood
the realisation that death is closing
and that life is but a boat
somewhere lost amongst the colours
are all the things i thought i knew
but challenged by the constant flavours
there is only little i knew
digress and take note that the few that stand
are the few that remain
fallen and subjugated to the realm of reality
the rest of us lay
lost all hope and reason
we try and find us a game
but nothing works anymore
nothing sits anymore
only helplessness remains
looking into that deep dark hole
i realised that the sun was but a miner
digging its way forever
trying to cancel out the night
and its working
i can see it now before me
like a beacon leading me home
but then i stumble and i see dirt
and thats all i can remember
that same familiar taste
that same familiar rush
as i fall flat on my face for the millionth time, or more
something must be gained here
something must be learnt
that no matter how many times i've fallen
the earth can no longer keep me
and for that it can not be said
that i did not die trying
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