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i see angels above me, i see demons below me, fighting over heaven.
i loved her more when i was sober.
i don't want a second chance.
love starts with that of a flickerin' cigarette
i swear i could feel your love before i knew your name.

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soul mates

At first the day seems to bring virtue.
Nobody home, no work and better still
no school or studies; so I call
up my girlfriend and invite her over.
She'll bring with her at least two
of those green pills, those two tiny
little dots that will carry
a crest, declaring, 'eighty!'

They aren't my favourite, far
from, in fact; but what the hell,
I figure, anything is better
than living this drama sober.
No need to think, no need to worry
about the future's gift of adolescent fury.
Just enjoy the numbness that the
synthetic pharmacist put in there.

But the problem with that little
holiday is that the price per
visit ain't nowhere near
worth it, and not even two hour's
later we are put back where
we belong, on the shelf of misery.

I called at quarter past ten
and she arrived shortly around
twelve; or maybe it was one,
either way, it's not even
three thirty now and the pain
we hid from is reappearing.

So I'm back on the phone,
calling around my friends,
calling my neighbors, calling
almost anyone in search of something
to alleviate me of this concern,
the fear of sobriety I've been given
starts to come knocking, and knocking
again; wearing his ugly fucking
face in my front yard. Me, I'm getting
tired of hiding from the monster that continues
on tearing at me, piling shit on
and on top of me until I can not stand on my own!


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