Go, run, take comfort,
the refuge of being needed,
why do you need it?
Today it fell, it felt better,
unfolding visions of our true visage,
like a cut up horizon in your eyes.
no chain of gravity can take it down,
a mechanism you know will betray you,
the cold logic, your cold blood!
It envelopes within building influence,
a chemical reaction, the self-catalyst,
it stirs inside, depriving you of sleep,
a faint endothermic glow in your eyes.
All praise ambition, as false as alcohol
but your best bet for a worthwhile night.
a quick knife fix to the swelling wound,
a time that kills, lets waste some more.
Just a bet, a thrill that leaves you
forever breathless on the floor.
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