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fractured sense of logic and security
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poems And I’m back on this wood floor
A place I don’t know anymore
Headlights and empty bottles
Acceleration is what follows
To dissect veins to see where they go
In am moment nothing will stop the flow
Lets baptize this moment pain, and regret
Repetition is what you use I bet
You are a ghost made of me
Pull out your organs and you will see
New hearts always find fault and envy
Well enjoy the lemonade and your high horse
Ill enjoy the illusions and mental discourse
And the love that was forced
The moths are set forth
Tell it, tell it, cut repeat…
Are you happy with the reflection you meet?
Your heart has become disfigured
Let’s go to the kitchen and grab the scissors
Set theses moths to the flame,
Electrocution from a stomach of pain
We spread the beat on the floor
So you can dance, you such a whore
Spinal stairs carry me to a fractured sense of logic and security
While with a stomach I’m always on the brink of sick
In this vase of empty I never choked so much
On the entire nothing, that slowly soaked into me
And this pink bed covered with such ebony
The hardest cold, the blackest of black,
Sudden stop, heart attack
