consequence
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I see you in the mirror, I see all three of you looking back,
I see all the hate and void tidied in perfect little stacks...
I feel presumptuous fingers running, tips brush skin and,
When I see your face there is a soft glow,
As if I was looking at a sunset.
Even when your face may no longer show,
To me, your love acts a comfort blanket;
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance
My throat still tightens at the thought of your cry
Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance
the boiling water descends flowing over the skin your handsran down.bullets spew from the shower headlike a machine gunmowing down my enemythat hides in my curvesbut with its horrible accuracy
Count on your fingers
With a blood tipped wing
Times that you flew free
Times that all people sing
In the moments of peaceHailing our prosperity
“I lay in the tub with blades and blood;
and there they found me”, he said.
This man, this man whom I have loved.
His pain. It is now apart of my pain.
