insensitiveness is leaning on
apathy
and my eyes are trapped
inside your body.
the sons of sadness mark your thighs
while the daughters of insanity
sleep
at your feet.
the old is feasting on the young
and any blood shed now
is past history.
i lost the rules
the piece
the meaning
the time
and nothing makes sense.
the raven is watching
he saw me jump
reasons falling
from the third story window.
'Happy Birthday to you'
And none of this is found in my reality. |
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