I once thought I could hear

Outside the circle and spheres

It was just a dream

Under the fracture-lit sunbeam

No matter how I admired them

There was nothing real inside of them

The plastic doll is singing

And the gunmetal is ringing

In the flickering violence

That holds them in silence

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Peaceful as a pessimist

I am an over-analyst

Doubtful if I'll ever fade

My self-proclaiming retrograde

I'm just being truthful

Id rather stay youthful

Than inflict all the rage

That's the fruit of your age

I am flawed I am fine

I remember what's mine

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I'll forget all the pretty ones

Who wear their wordrobes as their guns

Who ones who say they cannot cope

With something as frail as hope

Pale hope is the only thing I own

With atomic radience it has grown

Full grown flowering epiphany

From a sliver of Eternity

Like Cobain knew oh so well

I taste Heaven I taste Hell