a little more pain
each
rain
drop
carries
a little
more
pain
i can
still
find
the
pleasure
god
hasn't
defeated
me yet
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purple tears of rage
she's crying purple
tears of rage once
again
crank up the music
and let everything
go
the tainted lies
from the sperm
donor that chose
a pipe rather than
diapers
the countless
abusers that saw
an opportunity
rather than a
lovely young
soul
embrace the
pain as a means
to control it
a way to use that
negative energy
as a weapon for
you to go out and
seek your revenge
the red pill will
take you back
twenty-six years
the blue pill will
give you the power
to control your future
and yes
the smart ones
take both
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just me and my thoughts
sitting alone in
the rain, just me
and my thoughts
i'd pray for
lightning but god
doesn't answer
my prayers
i close my eyes
and see lover
after lover
walking out
the same door
endless teachers
i was smarter
than
so much
potential to
do what others
wanted for me
i chose the long
line of alcohol
and drugs and
endless creativity
sitting alone in
the rain, just me
and my thoughts
proud i wasn't
a coward like
my father
had the balls
to dream and
not seek the
easy way to
it
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but i tend to believe
i had a dream
i pulled into
the parking
lot of the
church i
used to go
to and killed
myself
i guess i was
hoping god
would find
it ironic
but i tend
to believe
my dream
was telling
me that no
matter what
my little ego
likes to think
none of this
fucking shit
matters
we are nothing
more than a
pimple on the
ass of the world
simply germs
waiting for the
worms
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behind a white picket fence
a flash
of lightning
and i think
back to the
dreams of
my childhood
holding the
love of my
life during
a thunderstorm
in a big house
somewhere
behind a white
picket fence
flash forward
and arthritis
is slowly
driving
me insane
while i try to
do whatever
it takes to stay
in my mother's
will
the price
for daring
to dream
as a child
is finding
out none of
them come
true when
being an
adult slowly
grinds you
to death
J.J. Campbell
