Write 365: 1024 – Rot Away

You don’t get to control who or what I do with my life
Cutting the dead weight before I get stabbed with a knife
No fictitious individuals around stealing my vigor
Out here trying to keep my third eye open, protecting the armor
And when I reflect on the issue, I consider you cadaverous
Umbrella up and I’m shelter from the rain that’s no longer luscious
No memorial services needed as memories fade like a photo
Officially done is the statement the cause of a downfallen ego

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