Wake up from utopian artifice
long may the glass houses
denial of something you are the only statue left
let the
seething in this red world I am nothing.
thrown to the
(the horizon closed down...)
what did you see before the world
...I NEED and it's never-ending.
(who am I? wasted. who am
imagine to set one fire burn out the infection spread
find a lost man lost in his loss of control.
find
...in all this time I have learned that no one
...met up with my soul again on a cold dark
I'm so cold. nothing on the inside.
so burn me
so cold.
i want to hate you. i want to knife you.
i think i'm rotting on the inside. way down deep
...(you're so pale.) the lines of your eyes are weathered.
i'm bleeding this time for no reason at all. i
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