When the boneless have no soul
You eat the sympathy it uncovers
Guilt is your only friend, the only real goal
Your mind and the actions are lovers
Bleeding temptations that do not sink lust
Carving the wishes in skin, for an always reminder
Not even your own being gives the clenching trust
You said no evil but lost connection, loss of a binder
Love was a questionable quench, but never a surviving light
Making dreams live in a vivid historic moment
And the morning and disgrace is such a bite
The death looks so pleasing, so delightfully foment
Being in the same mind space, just never felt right
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
When the boneless have no soul
You eat the sympathy it uncovers
Guilt is your only friend, the only real goal
Your mind and the actions are lovers
Bleeding temptations that do not sink lust
Carving the wishes in skin, for an always reminder
Not even your own being gives the clenching trust
You said no evil but lost connection, loss of a binder
Love was a questionable quench, but never a surviving light
Making dreams live in a vivid historic moment
And the morning and disgrace is such a bite
The death looks so pleasing, so delightfully foment
Being in the same mind space, just never felt right
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