Tearing down the sane perception.
Lay out blades for insition in moons glisten
Sad and weak in human forms.
What a time for masked moments to mourn.
Empty starvation and alcohol purging.
Burning the hands with zero hurting.
Like electric chair victims the brains left surging.
Chemicals coursing the systems insertion
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
Tearing down the sane perception.
Lay out blades for insition in moons glisten
Sad and weak in human forms.
What a time for masked moments to mourn.
Empty starvation and alcohol purging.
Burning the hands with zero hurting.
Like electric chair victims the brains left surging.
Chemicals coursing the systems insertion
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