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"You make me feel stupid,"     I am told       cigarette betwixt lips "You know, I've been here three years, that's..."     backwoods drawl       and stunted vocabulary "...When I'm in that office I'm like the manager,"     to be so proud of so little       answered         by a fake smile           on my part     but, doing a bad job for a long time       is always going to squish the fresh         new breed           of mindless drones             working for the devil himself.

i used to sleep                              when the sun                                                            arose now i wake up just before we used to smoke                              on days like                                                            those now he bakes up thrice a day we're a swirling mound                                                            of wound out toys with no life-lines                                                            on our palms                              spin-spun fun

Continually haunted by demons Ghosts from my past Skeletons from my closet Memories that cannot be forgotten Any more then they can be forgiven Everything seems to turn white A cold stair into white darkness It's a nightmare, but its clear With every breath I pray For peace, a moment without regret Thoughts of a twisted mind Memories turn to fiction Blood seeps from torn flesh The sadistic terror of a sickened mind Severed nightmares in a pragmatic moment Heavy breath, I hear footsteps Is it in my mind or reality The past haunting me Or a present fear killing me A grotesque imagination At heart I burn with sin Deep secre