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bite my tongue into oblivion

I promised myself

I would not get this quiet again

every time a cup crosses the threshold

look here I am again on the floor

keep selling souls

keep chasing stars

somehow I am still not the light the world wants

or did I pick a color off the spectrum

some day long ago

and I am the only one who still wants it

please

give me all that poison

I will choke it down

until my voice is the first thing gone

until I am steps left on the carpet

at least then I can be a puddle to prove

how fast a mess like this can be cleaned up

and isn’t that

just what they wanted