dear irrepairable damage.
is it possible to proclaim
that this fragile body dies.
underneath the wait of hope
wish i could understand
these fools kidding around
when i tumble i break my bones
frozen, i don't even feel
as flying strangers through hoops
i turn my face around
revealing the revelation of past sinners' truth
that we must die a thousand deaths to recover from . oh .
from what i can't rember maybe just the time i pulled your face down and tried to put my own flesh on yer bones
and your blood was not collected in the ceremonial bowl
time collaspsed
and yelling sorry for centuries proved to only be dust
because we don't want to be with each other
and i don't want to listen to you.
garbage sadness leave me alone because i need to sculpt the body
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