As you flick your wicked words and fling your curses more than just feelings are hurt when blood starts to burn insults tear at the skin of the mind the perfect one can pierce what’s hidden behind The scars of a word burn deep
in the crazed man his sanity he tries to keep he tears at the scabs on his mind even as he’s scared of what’s left inside it’s hard to recognize his own pain with just a few shards of his fractured brain when his thoughts are just pieces from all different puzzles it’s a struggle to have a mind that’s free from all of the reasons his voices call him insane When Structure fails along with your soul your words are s c p r o o k o e k n e d you feel less than whole Comments are closed.
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