The Poison Runs Deep
I've got nothing but maybes...
What ever happened to my cryptic solace?
I thought a change was needed.
I will admit I wanted to occupy internal space.
I found it in you, with your psycosis deeply seeded.
This massive black static energy is pouring out of your lesion.
I want to be close enough to feel shocked by it.
I want to know you wont commit treason.
You and I are a funny thing.
For me there are blanks
What ever happened to my cryptic solace?
I thought a change was needed.
I will admit I wanted to occupy internal space.
I found it in you, with your psycosis deeply seeded.
This massive black static energy is pouring out of your lesion.
I want to be close enough to feel shocked by it.
I want to know you wont commit treason.
You and I are a funny thing.
For me there are blanks
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