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Shut up, you haven't got a clue

Just another face in the crowd.

Open wide, it's feeding time

Shovel the honesty in,



Deeper,

Deeper,

Deeper.



I feel your breath on my neck,

Whispered words in my ear,

Forgotten like Gods of yesterday,

Just as lost and discarded.



Gone,

Gone,

Gone.



These fingertips poke, prod, explore

Forbidden memories hopes and dreams

Keep caressing broken bits and pieces

Until the hand comes to bruise me, scar me - mar me.



Hurt,

Hurt,

Hurt.



Deep red of your inflictions, I see through

To the little child inside, the pain and anguish, Ah!

Behold the pinnacle of truth, the finish line

As the image quickly fades away to darkness



Deeper,

Deeper,

Deeper still



I feel your cold touch upon my shoulders,

Eyes turn slowly to meet the punishment

For my insolence and carelessness,

Delivered just for loving you.



Hurt me,

Hit me,

Force me.



Tender and raw in it's hands,

At the mercy of old memories

Sight raised at last minute,

To see nothing but an empty stare.





Gone,

Gone,

Gone.