dichotomy

mortality, duality, vitality and amphetamines;
two and two, our veins are knotted together painfully tight.
from my head to my shoulders, i want your closure.
and i'm so irresponsibly responsible and my mind is buried under that self-deprecatingly self-righteous disposition,
like a holier-than-thou jester or a politician with low self esteem.
and fuck your straight-edge straight eighths,
with your secondhand smoke all over the bedsheets.
ba-dum-crash and the story's over;
i wish i could forget this once-in-a-life shithole.

10/05/23
updated - 10/26/23
- ch.rlie