In this world I’m just an outcast
Betting my life for something that won’t last
I’m a bird that was built just to crush fast
Lovingly living in the weak age of my past
I’ve been a soldier willing to lose all life
Someone seeking out an unwilling lost wife
The serpent successful in seeding my own strife
Until the only way out is by meeting my wrist with a sharp knife
I scream with the beating of my own heart
While I palate the feeling with my own art
I vomit these words while I reach through me to tear myself apart.

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