Upon you
Red eyes bleed onto winter white roses
Staining them with the
Raw emotion
I taste the tin air of this atomic life
It's as heavy as my barely beating heart is
That laying in a vat of it's charred remains
Plastic minds run
A country of lip service
Words like daggers being
Screamed from atop from the land
With soap box ideals.
Organs liquefying from the inside out.
Vomit and foam spews forth from my mouth
And you sit there
Not knowing what to do with
This tainted treasure
I bestow upon you
Staining them with the
Raw emotion
I taste the tin air of this atomic life
It's as heavy as my barely beating heart is
That laying in a vat of it's charred remains
Plastic minds run
A country of lip service
Words like daggers being
Screamed from atop from the land
With soap box ideals.
Organs liquefying from the inside out.
Vomit and foam spews forth from my mouth
And you sit there
Not knowing what to do with
This tainted treasure
I bestow upon you
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