All thoughts locked in denial
She lives to forget, she lives to learn, she lives in vain
As the bottle is empty one hand grabs the smokes
“Lort” says the drunken Dane and walks across the fjord.
Foggy fears gathered in her homesick soul
In essence, all the senses bored
Misfit feelings drained in her being
Filling the ordinary with hate
Blind eyes can’t see the weight
Of ones decisions.
Angry human sitting on the chair
Life never happens for one that
Only uses air
Once in awhile one needs a chat
With a worthy aftermath.
Dig the system, screw the city!
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