A nosebleed’s not the worst you’ll get
Concussions, cuts that came and went
Your life of finery lived in your head
A million children dying off
With special shoes and bilious cough
“Their blackened fingers can’t touch me,†you said
And I had my chance around the fire
To split my sores that dripped with ire
But chances taken always led to bed.
And injuries on pillows fester faster
When you’re ill so cast her off
And toe your line until she’s dead
From far and wide and in between
The quest for drugs that made you mean
Upon her throne you spied an aging queen
A bloody scripture in her fist
The power to wring out and twist
The future hardly planned except in dream
An overthrow is sorely needed
Sore indeed, ten years impeded
â€Etch my nameâ€, your loyal subject screams.
Let’s make this a game
Where one can lose
With pride and no one knows it
One ear, one, and still
I heard you say it:
â€One more hole, one more bleeding ulcer,
Sell me a cure, Cinderella.
Strike that moth; he’s been feeding on my insides
The brighter I shine, the better I tasteâ€.
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eat, sleep, fuck and flee:
in four words, that's me.
i am full of indifference.
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