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Posted on October 14, 2010 at 6:45 PM
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The suicide of ecstasy
a pool ball on the floor
in a bottle, craves a fantasy
no harm to have one more
dignity is lost amidst
the macho strut of youth
and leaning on the tide of years
you're spellbound by the truth
They spit the woes at you unchecked
but no one cares to listen
childish memories unfold
peering at your prison
and yet you tell of plenty
what is this truth at all?
it falls on ears deaf and blind
another blanket wall
the scars live on your hands
and face, a mirror to
the agony of ecscasy
the suicide of you.
