You must promise you will
Never speak again of this
With a smile and lies, expose your foes
Yourself is it
The air outside
Burns my eyes
If I could put them out
I
Wrench and choke
The bile from all those token words
Whose meaning
Stop embracing all yesterdays for in the end
Creatures of habit
I can't understand why my life
Would warrant discussion or gossip
My
Just what do you have to prove?You're cutting yourself onA
Been given eyes for the blindTo seek the answersFor questions
Slowly lowered dawnEyes filled with tearsFigures fade from....Dirt thrown on
If you could just feel my painMy pain, my sorrowYou
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