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Feb 2015
Another one to believe they are the best for me.
They can cure my disease, stay away please.
Burning rage through my veins, to ease these small pains.
You say you see a saint, its a dim picture you paint..
Ill take a bite right from your soul.
Fight me when I say I'm less then whole.
I'm broken and I don't want to be fixed.
Less spoken, and I don't want these things mixed.
My heart is caged for reason, its a victim of treason.
So it never sees the sun, and it cares less if you think I'm the one.
Its a beast, ready to consume the feast behind those bright eyes.
Hide friend, these aren't lies.
I know me.
You only know what you see.
Written by
Billy May  Southport, NC
(Southport, NC)   
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