Trash, Blood, Curse
Shit All Over
Pins and Needles
Leaving yet sober
Staring at nothing
Still can't digest
Nothing seems something
In this awful mess
Tricks, traps, shackles
Shattering and holding
The deep within
In time passing
Staring at something
Still I can't see
Something seems nothing
Punishment in ecstacy
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