Soilent Green / Sulaco

The vintage years Being brought back to oblivion Tasting the scent as the obvious falls victim one last time Swear to never talk about those bad times Names change but all remains the same Comfort in this isolated sickness Equation for this emotional cage Dissolved into a trap This intellect a disaster on the emotional front Teachings of this tolerant respect Breaking rage over this spilled milk Intellect Torn apart Bury this Six feet deep Exposed despair of unwanted emotion Half lit smile to force a denial Cynical scars of self devotion Lying through another stage in life Brought the devil to embrace Forcing a question of confidence Echoed words of past reprimands Still pointing fingers to escape the blame It's pointless Stale regret Sour taste Gun to mouth Buried friends bring closer enemies These times are changing Quest for the obvious Through painfully normal years When life seems to be less fragile Ruin on the last stretch of stuggle Decision in a premature failure Selt taught irony in a school of personal trial Personal war over self righteous needs This repression Excavates A new emotion Leaving me confined

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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