its never enough

[undead]

its nostalgia once again
a conjured image of the ink lost to the times
producing only inkblot tests and half assed rhymes
they will rejoice to find the common theme
the cower in the surge to find its source
but everything these days just feels so forced
it seems the clocks are always working against me
and ive yet a body to produce
waking up each morning more and more confused
ten minutes late on a regular basis
but no one bothers to breathe a word of it
and whos to say that i would even give a shit
im all too familiar with the trajectory of the bullets
so i spin the barrel once again
and take another shot
to calm my shakey hand
with every drink the probability inches closer and closer to six out of six
but winning's so unsatisfactory when its fixed

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i know its wrong but it feels so right.
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and now... a short poem in binary code.

011010110001
010011001
0100111100010110
10010100111000
011000101101000
110010010100010111001
0101010011101001
0100101000101.

 

[(Wordy)]

Yeah I can see where you're going with this:

its nostalgia once again
a conjured image of the ink lost to the times
producing only inkblot tests and half assed rhymes
they will rejoice to find the common theme
the cower in the surge to find its source
but everything these days just feels so forced

That's a really rhythmic, powerful opening.