Broken glass path and I forgot my shoes
The pain isn't so bad, lose enough blood
And you start to go numb.
It's a learned response to keep walking
It's a choice to stomp down.
But there's a monster chasing me
I can feel its breath when I whine
One day it will catch me
And those teeth will tear the fibers of muscle
And being
So I walk on and hope the blood attracts
A smelling savior with gauze for the cracks.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 9:54 PM UTC
Broken glass path and I forgot my shoes
The pain isn't so bad, lose enough blood
And you start to go numb.
It's a learned response to keep walking
It's a choice to stomp down.
But there's a monster chasing me
I can feel its breath when I whine
One day it will catch me
And those teeth will tear the fibers of muscle
And being
So I walk on and hope the blood attracts
A smelling savior with gauze for the cracks.
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