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Date Posted: 13:07:46 05/30/12 Wed
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: A Perfect Present

She enters the dream in the form of a drug I use daily
The bullet in my gun injecting color through the daydream
I used to see in black-and-white, I was colorblind
I don't discriminate I'm just saying I see the colors fine...
...thanks to this love-drug and a cup of wine
When I awake I can see that the sky is grey
My mind's on cloud 9 but I'm shaken by silent-quakes
My eyes are weighed down byt the Beauty I can't behold
Everyday is the same, the same plot's getting old
Every thought is psychedelic so I'm loving it
Happiness exists I'm just yet to discover it
I hope that I find it when I least expect it
Soul-food fed the spirit but my heart was neglected
Subtract happy ending from my fear of rejection
A perfect present slain by a future in question
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All that's left are the questions, the answers never mattered
Walked across the shards like it was nothing when ut shattered
My glasshouse of broken reflections just disappeared
Free-radicals in the air that won't move, they live in fear
Turn me up to a thousand, I hope your eardrums bleed
Obsessed with cliches but you won't hear one from me
I keep them in my notepad where the World can't abuse them
How can I blaze a trail if all roads lead to Jerusalem
Wrote a suicide-note then O.D.'ed on Mucinex
Gonna say a little prayer for the readers that view this text
Why am I so aloof?, spoiled brat with sqaundered talents
The World ain't all bad, pessismists oughta find a balance
Either they're stuck on stupid or they just hate a challenge
Subtract happy ending from my fear of rejection
A perfect present slain by a future in question.

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