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Pyre Oct 2019
The spiked edges of my peripheral
Icy daggers throughout my veins
Sick to my stomach with pain
Wanna try me on? how admirable

Flat lining at the membrane
Punch to start my head again
Neck clenching with no gain
You think you've got a bad brain

With the circle of life in one eye
I've seen the future and all its vines
Half of them were blackened lies
Probably won't make it to sunrise

Shuddering bodies wanna keep warm
Failed restrains in your paper sheets
Lovers just don't come with receipts
Hold on tighter, through the ice storm

Squeeze onto me,
Unil your nails break my skin
Until my arms bleed with love

— The End —