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November's poison.

I was powerless over the mind.
The body crying out for reasons unknown, drowned by drink and filled with drugs, it was an escape more then a past time. 
The sweet folk tormenting us both poor soul, no light in those corridors of trust and love, no light to see the mess you became. 
I'm breaking down again, yet I've been broken down since day one, sense doesn't exist here. 

The years gone by too fast, yet the struggle still presides inside us both. 
The questions for the past the present and the future, I think I'm breaking down again. 

Fictional friends have come and gone betrayed our trust and started words which were't spoken.
They might as well contribute to this mess for betrayal is on the menu once again. 

Look behind you for the grass is greener then you once imagined. 
There coming up, as I run past the faces of the past, scream with joy at the people of the present and see the shadows of the future I can see that this is life.
Higher and higher I go, into the clouds I'm going without the apple of love.  

The light slowly starts to flicker as the house gets warmer, the resolution has been kept. 
This is what I've created without those blue eye's.
Pushed beyond the realm of dreams, with each morning I thank the lord I'm alive. 

The poison is slowly leaving my body as the grass grows greener and the noise of joy gets louder.

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