If goodbyes summarize someone leaving, and nightfall is the end of an evening, then the lonely darkness conveniently creeping is all propaganda and completely deceiving, ill bringing of bad news, two sides to a coin flip so which do you choose when no matter your choice heads or tails you both lose, another bruise to your ego like fuck life ain't fair, but no matter the outcome call it while the coins in the air, I swear it's another snare, not a drum tap but a dumb trap ready to snap at the drop of a hat, imagine that, hidden in plain sight but step wrong and it takes a bite and the tighter it gets with the harder you fight, not like a serial killer attack with a knife more simple than that it's just everyday life, another day of the week turned to a night with no sleep, no down time no rest, you just work your ass off but life's unimpressed, unforgiving, uncaring, best believe life's not sharing, it will strike you down like a league bowler, spare no mercy and mow your ass over, leaving you flattened like a street steam roller, the controller of your destiny, the proprietor of pain and ecstasy, the projector of unreal and fantasy, the unburnt fuse between alive and dead, it's the few moments to think about everything you just red, life's the story you write from your birth till death bed and then that story is over.
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