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You are the poison seeping through my body
Spoiling all of what is left of this "life"
and putting a stop to this endless strife
Did you think that I wouldn't be ready?
Did you think I'd cower when I see you?
or that I'd bow upon your arrival?
I always win this game of survival
and I anticipate our rendezvous
You thought you'd smother me with your ego
but I'm still alive and I'm fighting back
You thought you'd push me off my track
But here I am, returning in full blow
Isn't it funny that you were on top?
and as fast as you climbed up there, you drop.
I sold my soul to the devil
Last week, I sold my soul to the devil
Seven days of pure, misguided power
I was Pandora letting out evil
Today, I'd gladly jump off a tower
I traded all my family and friends
I should have seen the signs they tried to show
Tomorrow I'll burn in hell with no friends
Alone and lonely with no face to show
Tomorrow, my reign of terror will end
Though I did enjoy this panorama
To the kids let this never be the trend
I just sold my soul, this is no drama
Quite an ending to the life I once had
Regret is not an option though it's bad
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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