Blissfully Apathetic
among the friends I expelled
all the built up byproducts
of living.
I am devoid of any complaints
and all is getting better
life is giving.
for how long will this bliss last?
How long will I ignore my house
slowly burning?
Today I drink to death and back.
After all tomorrow is for
all the mourning.
I hope tomorrow is a
good morning
for mourning.
Somewhere in a corner
fate is churning
more mourning.
Some how I don't care
I'll pay the unfair fare
of living.
Somewhat a twisted game
but I don't blame because
life is giving.
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