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Sitting on the isolated plains of forever (by Billy)
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Sitting on the isolated plains of forever
Maddness a state of mind or a lifestyle
I sit lonely waiting on my own piece of earth, patiently, yearning for the buzzard to tear at my skin... As the great fiery ball of the heavens sets I wonder "how many more do i have left?....how many more times will it hide from me...how much longer do i have before the buzzard eats away all of my humanity, all of who i am, all that i was meant to be. This casing of flesh and blood can only take so much... its so weak....nothing compared to the density of my true being....that part of me that peeks its head out every once and a while, hoping not to see the buzzard...it always sees the buzzard.....the buzzard is everywhere from the largest corner of the heavens to the smallest den of this rock we call home....the buzzard has no fear or no predjudices.....
it finds the soft spot of your true being and tears at your flesh to reach it....there is no running.....no place to hide......it will always be that way now and forever.....thats why im still sitting lonely waiting on my own piece of earth, patiently, yearning for the buzzard to tear at my skin.
there is no such thing as hope
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