DiscoNNecteD iNfecTi0N
Aging into loneliness a day at a time
there's such little hope, no reason or rhyme
Mortals in the sin, this game we can't win
a vast menagerie of war
drifting from each other
right back
where we were before
I hadn't a chance, dont claim I did
you just as I forgot who we were
distant and departed
beloved and despised
No one can swim in an ocean of lies
Just sink
Don't think
Just drink
More ink
the maelstrom of chaos
the birthing of hate
lost children
alone
we could never relate
just memories
int the movement of
time
a disconnected infection in a life so sublime
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