Scrambled Eggs

I am willingly straying my soul, casting it out into realms where there are no such laws to protect me. I am a mercy of my own making, of which I am poor, for I am the terrible and unjust. I am the willing victim. I am forever incarcerated in the cage of my imagination.

Men Behind my eyelids,

figures upon the wall,

alcohol in the system,

another night .......................     wasted.

The End

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