wats not to love about life
the common cold, strife
silly mofos wit a knife
cant even describe
the feeling i get
when a needle scribes
words and pictures
onto my skin
like a typist
showing secrets of the soul
like a light switch
dark matter passes
the fire burns to ashes
no longer
will i allow you
to create the clashes
of tears and pain
youll always be the same
no words no names
nothing to be ashamed
in this world
we are the only ones to blame
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