Woah! I really got into this topic actually, emotionally and indepth wise, id say this is some of my best stuff to date, i just caught onto the topic dope and started writing, if you dont understand my take on this or dont get the inner meaning ive placed behind, dont vote, cause i really got into this piece. .

Closing Time

the Letters fade as i Question Fate w/ these Hands of nothing
Because you'll Fall for anything unless you Stand for something. .

Walking with Heart On Sleeve, The Darkness Bleeds My Arteries
Finding it Hard To Breath, As the Silence becomes a Part Of Me.
Mind Embarked Between, Yet Another Life full of Love and Spite,
Minds Agnostic sent to Defrag Logic Embodied in Anothers Plight
Covered Light spectacles, Fading memory, Saving energy Linked
I stand Nursing Wounds for the Cursed and Doomed's Last Wish.
Practice makes Perfect, the Hate In Me Blatantly States the Truth
So i Save the Wisdom Tooth for Glistened Truth, a Sailors Salute.
the Irrelevence, Never Is, in retrospective what it First Seems To,
be Beneath the Surface in a Bleeding Skirmish of ur Dreams Blue.
the Shattered potrait Remains now a Tattered Poor Mans Frame,
Gatherin Storming Prostate from the Embers of Fortunes Domain.
Distorting the Game with a Poetic Mind State, Feeling the Venom
the Seemingly Patient grow Exceedingly Anxious, i Seem Jealous.
My Fears Precious, & Wrapped tightly Inside, a Blanket of Knives,
Trapped Beside Gods picket sign, w/ no more Thank than for Life.
Blank when i Write, & Uniquely Creative when speakin thru Pages
Labyrinths Cease in Amazement, Reach from Streets n Pavements
to Meet and Play with, my Inner Self on the Sinners Shelf beacon,
Awaken from Slumber By Mistaken Numbers these Digital Deacon.
Spiritually Seeking the Outside World, our Morning & Night Time,
Sun Rises Till Sun Sets, Our Sum Dies, & Fun Fests my EyeSight.

Man's Creating Prose as i Embrace The Cold and the Black Hearted
Fire Candle Dancers, spired Satchel Snatchers, my Facts Hardened
the Collapse Started with government Figures, picture time for that
Blind to The Fact that Polititions are the Reason our Smiles cracked
Why act the Phatter Your Pocket, is now down to a Matter Of Logic?
Dont the High and Mighty have the Rights To say Moneys no Object?
Its a Touchy Subject to Talk On, Leading Youth to Render the Hatred
But these Corporate Fat Cats, need to Answer back, surrender faces.
The formula Ages. . another Day another Dollor, ive Earnt and Spent
Im cursed in sweat, Minimum Wage is low, The whole purpose went.
Surplus Tents harbour my thoughts, the corps. just Froze my Mind,
Wrong place, wrong time. Caught in the line, and its Closing Time. .

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