sick saddening sorrow and secret sins
bring to my heart it's beating and bleeding
dented and searching a lost hollow tin
pulsating lifeless orb of no meaning
a rotting assumption with out defense
cruelly taunted and shattered again
casualty watching fatality's tempts
knees with out skin to count the falls taken
sleeping in trees and walking in grass
where branches are burning and blades are such
a place where the dead are those who run fast
the living are slow and cold to the touch
from act of stabbing self most would recoil
but truth knows i'll burn with out blood to boil
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