Tearing myself away
from their moral decay
walking the avenue
along those without a clue
the joggers seek life preservation
while I seek out life destruction
following crossroad junctions
where true sense no longer functions
past the gyms lined with weight benches
while I walk along gutters and trenches
I would rather have nothing
than what they see as something
postponing the inevitable
immortal hopes inside their skulls
give me death to know I'm alive
not life to know that I will die.
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