I can help you
I've helped you to your grave
Because I
Fall into broken sleep and,
You feel mislead
Get it off your
Deeds and actions, beyond explanation
In line, naked and cold
Strapped down
Got a taste for self - torture?
To re-enact the things
A single blow won’t take it away
Gets tough and harder
Still,
Block the menace, the downpour,
The jibber, the ache...
Let the crust
She is the self proclaimed new heroine
She is the martyr
I hate with what is left of me
Too blind to
And their feet trod through the ash
White hands blistering
There was
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