Tag Archives: Underneath

Pain Enters the Building

Pain Enters the Buildingby Michael DoylePain enters the buildingIt comes with the never-yieldingBut instead, putting your all into the gameWhether you lose or gain 15 minutes of fameSometimes conflict comes with painSometimes you ride the rails, barely saneYou give your … Continue reading

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This Is the Baseline

This Is the Baselineby Michael DoyleThis This is the baselineMissed The punchline that was a signThat That showed us the worldAs Every dream was found fetal and curledMost stages of consciousnessAre degrees of insanityMirrored images of pretentiousnessHeld to the light … Continue reading

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