Simple.

Warring with the self gives the moment
with the body & these legs.
They want to get up & live,
but the soul says it's rather tired.

Masturbate while the company's away.
Cry at night at someone's random act.
Simply just more dark with the same light.

Boringly profound while no one's around.
Poison-filled though the blood's still warm.
Do no harm, always too late, too little.
It's not a world that's ever been simple.

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