Burning through the skin
All the all is hard
Getting harder by the day
Skin is stripped away
She made it easy
Then why is it still so tough
Like a crusted scab
Every morn I wake
Ready to never look back
The day cripples me
What do you offer?
Bitter paranoid blisters
And resources drained
Thank God she called time
And most of space called it too
Enigmatic grace
I retune the screams
They could not know what they do
Only who they miss
At the right time cut
To each their own gentlemen
Beware the false claim
The void will burn out
So barely a moment's felt
And your (hope)(heart) will die
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