I look up...fall under
depth is shrinking
strip apart into string
touch it....so cold
I beg for sound
when I wake
honor is still cheap
time stops convulse again
These scabs, some shine
blind as the sun
I want to touch the sun
pride is reborn
Kicked to the ground
fit to the ground
this mud is mine
this mud is all mine
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
I look up...fall under
depth is shrinking
strip apart into string
touch it....so cold
I beg for sound
when I wake
honor is still cheap
time stops convulse again
These scabs, some shine
blind as the sun
I want to touch the sun
pride is reborn
Kicked to the ground
fit to the ground
this mud is mine
this mud is all mine
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