Biting Bullets

 I have a rubix cube for a mind.
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When Flying Feels Like Falling.
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I'll be your Best Mistake.
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If this holds insignificance, I’ll have the hearse follow the ambulance
No medicine exists to make my lungs work again

Let’s shake and burn, like an addict
My hearings dead, only static~
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It's the nightlife that gets them off;
So desperately they wait for the excuse of love.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers;
We all die like infants,
And we trust like mirrors.

It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings,
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.

Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.

It's the love of guilt that forms the habit
Of being dramatically over-dramatic.
We live like vampires
And we, we, we love like killers;
We all die like infants,
And we trust like mirrors.

It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings,
It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
(It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes)

The songs they sing are in the key
Of the illusion of pain and its irony.
In the midst of lust and dropping names
The drugs they numb and they keep us sane.~
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By Peter Vidani
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