I retain a noose around my neck,
The scars on my body glistening with otherworldly possessions.
I walk with my summit held down to avoid gazing at my echoed adumbration.
My mind fluctuates between unrealistic daydreams of prestige and acclaim; guitar solo pumping through my undivided foundation.
I look at the faces of my fellow inebriated, each having their own life stories tagged on the side of humankind.
As the knot starts to get firmer and more parsimonious I find myself struggling to think, symmetry and entropy throughout the ghetto streets of my hometown.
I retain a noose around my neck,
The flooring I remove with my bare hands.
To uncover what I've left behind,
Through this age of pure lunacy.
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