You throw a punch,
I catch a splinter,
trapped within,
this empty winter,
make me cry,
and wish for death,
a bloody bath,
of crystal meth,
flailing arms,
and floating bones,
a river soaked,
with seven loans,
you take and take,
I gave an inch,
but I choked,
by your lynch,
burned me up,
with volcanic pumice,
pouring lava,
over my existence,
fire and ice,
look me straight,
in the black eyes,
a burdensome weight,
locked up within,
the colder air,
breathing under,
the water's lair,
I'd rather burn,
than drown in here,
so pick your weapon,
choose wisely, dear...
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