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Subway Stories – Burned.

October 26, 2010 By Andre Archimbaud

Have you seen me stare?
Seen my glare?
My eyes in middle distance
Life without insistence.

I thought I’d done more right…
Turned out I was so wrong.
Turned out I don’t belong
So I am left right here to die.

Living life like the whore
That all the world loves to love
Like a scab, a sucker, tramp
That all the world abhors.

Sliding through the days.
Slipping through the years.
Enveloped in the tears.
Rivers pour from chandeliers.

Thought that looking at you
Would solve all my problems.
Time subsides to suicide.
Taking many? Genocide.

Thought I’d have some things to say.
Burn the dirt, scorch the earth.
Pass me my scotch, light up the blaze. Today’s the day for a victory parade.

I walked away from all the things
That makes the gold and seals the rings. Willed myself to fear and learn.
Found out all the rest was burned…

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