Jungle emits itself around you,
they call this place Vietnam
You want
My choices and feelings,
slaughtered to a few
The pieces I collect
stored
Peeling forth your skin,
and all you believe in
Crushing all you
Wings,
tiny feet,
your mind I can't beat
It rings,
you're incomplete,
due to the
I put down the still frame
I try and erase your
Single boy sleeps alone,
praying for the time to come
Death's sharpened
As this life displays it's final grain of sand,
as the
Flawless victories keep you to strive,
letting your victimes to know
No way out,
once beyond the doors, and down the stairs
Rotting
My ticks of time have been laid to rest,
focused on
A silent, man, being exposed to earth,
creates, a social gun,
A faint whisper from the wind colliding against my skin,
it's
Letting go of your troubles,
yet being all silent
Your trapped in
On my way to work,
the look outside the door,
I dont
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