My life was imbued with skulls on shelves
Disappearing figures and drinks that spilled
Phantom shops with mythical products
And holidays that made fun of the definition
My days were awash with smoke that crossed the line
Movies that broke my mind
Thoughts that would not go away
And memories that didn't seem quite right
My hours were carpeted with words
Looks that expressed nothing but apathy
Ways that led nowhere but everywhere
And a smile that made tomorrow nervous
Skulls on Shelves
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