Twisted sick and bitter,
I should have known better.
Blistered sickened skin,
t
Growing inside of me
like an incomplete seed
like the beginning of
I see you call your little games, change the rules
Alone, a misplaced thought I swore
For nothing, nothing evermore
The more
Been a long time coming
crawling up from the gutter
It
Sit and watch the rain
as you allocate your pain
Your days
Your eyes are cold like steel.
You don't flinch and you
Loser, bow your head in tears,
alone you cry so
Whats going on in the home,
is fear a tool in
Here is everything I ever wanted,
Here is everything I’d
Long night
Home time
Heads tight
Unwind…
Cab come
Red van
Creepy hand
Weak and feeble,
gaunt and drawn
Pins and needles,
crown of thorns
Bring me
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