Can you taste the hurt in me?
Forms a paste, seals eternity
playing games when you should work
found a name sheltered in murk.
Before it's taken
before its faded
tastes mistaken
everything laden
with chilling dark
without reason left stark.
Because of treason
can't always
surrender a save
not everyday
trapped where it's safe.
Whatever hollow
between to change
right to rise
overdose the mind,
fall through skies
see what I find.
But what I see,
where I look,
it's empty
because you took.
You won't show how
to wake up then,
if ever now
without a pen.
Clear it out
tidy up,
shake your doubt.
Give me back
what it is that fills my cracks.
Blind as a bat
still you find
a way to cry
whoevers mind
it'll fry,
just a taste
a little try
decide with haste
alright bye bye...
WAIT she yells
I want that
I want hell
remove your hat,
your mind will dispell
amongst whats not
in cramped time
where hurt is hot,
and your not mine
still the same
as it goes
dont see shame.
Yet many know
a secret of mine
I didn't tell, but one
our agreement was fine
but became undone
Like a drug
disorientated fuck
so much as a hug
stumbling for luck
breaking reflections
everywhere you turn,
increasing rejection
with gound you earn.
Desire what's peace
objectivity?
Just a small piece of sanity.....
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