shrink from invented illusions and potential abuse
trust nothing and trust nobody
they say faith keeps men afloat
but that is only a ruse for those afraid to be lonely
good fortune comes but still i close my eyes denying
every connection i will forgive but
i won't soon forget these self-inflicted transgressions
digging softly through mounds of blackened ashes seeking
silver looking through shit-tinted glasses roll out red carpet for paranoia
and bad luck my most constant of companions
flash a wide grin and pretend not to give a fuck submerged
in gracious libations good fortune comes and tries to light my way
but i doubt it'll do any good for i am still unwilling to believe it's anything but falsehood

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