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Gray Marble
Bark embedded from a clench
Twitch, splatter, and rip
The rain calls
Our bones warp
Skin dissolves from the stench of embarrassment
Humiliation hums alone on a dependence bench
My creation
And I'd like to watch the sunset so i can go to bed
But i don't want to see it ever rise again
No i won't
Butterfly ripples the subconscious
Pierces the wall of perception
Lay in my head Gray Marble
Don't flap your metamorphosis
Opportunity does call but it's a hit or miss
So rest your blood curled dirt wings
Because I'm not ready to surface
A sting reality will bring
How do i know if it's worth it?
Or if light will begin to stream?
