And so,
There's a void that's left in a departed field of my mind.
It's been farmed for years, harvested yields over time.
Forests and streams in line with the trajectory of my thoughts.
All natural, passing through the stress in me thats been lost.
Let me digress,
I said that progression is listening and I'm missing the backroads.
Steadily feel that I'm always at a yield, missing the last hope.
At most, I'm driving over a hill but they're armed, built up to plateaus.
Waiting for my arrival with another car full of drunk assholes.
Selfishness is a trait of a child that stretches through straits of the nile.
Addiction is the same and its wild how much less you gain from its bile.
Still, feed the baby until its grown and can feed on its own.
A fiend with a scope smaller than the lean on his home.
Lost everything. Only left to remember when times were great.
Sever the ties he made.
The sun showed for him but the skies were late.
Left with darkness..
...What was left for him was chewed apart by his fate.
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