Free Form

Emotionally arrogant,

All fucks are spent,

Though there was none to be given.

Life’s for the living,

But I feel zombified.

On the inside.

Out here I have a wide stride.

I paint my life as a collage,

Snippets of self sabotage.

No mistakes are made in vain,

Failures just the downward train.

But my thoughts maintain.

I refuse to stop.


And lose control.

The bell has rung.

But the jury’s hung.

The sun has set,

But one last bet,

This ones on me,

To be free.


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