Where is the button? The quest is tiring.
OFF, OFF for today, back from the yesterday.
I want you OFF for once, OFF my life forever
and turned OFF instantly and immediately.
Sick repeater playing along all the time,
solo of his, an eternal one without breaks
Listen from the inside
Pushing out, no fucking doubt
I am the old man, dying
on the sofa and defenseless,
ageing can be felt so so hardening.
My mind is so tired, exhausted from bitching.
Sleeping is sleepless, constant interruption,
too weak to be angry at all anymore.
Hands hate all of the lines when
they tend to copy the thoughts,
same shit, appearance to fool you, you too.
Maybe even a day might be the same for sure.
Must?
Are you fucking insane?
Push? The eyes can still resist,
not falling out so far, but still ache
Looser in the ridiculous reflections,
ongoing ones in the loop, loops.
Yes please, tell me some more shit.
Rather I shut up, drink up, close and swallow.
Missing you can cause an addiction
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