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My compassion is broken now. My will is eroded, and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly. I’m on my knees and burning. My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire. So smell my soul burning. I’m broken, looking up to see the enemy. I have swallowed the

Forty-Six & 2

My shadow’sShedding skin andI’ve been pickingScabs again.I’m downDigging throughMy old musclesLooking for a clue. I’ve been crawling on my bellyClearing out what could’ve been.I’ve been wallowing in my own confusedAnd insecure delusionsFor a piece to cross me overOr a word to guide me in.I wanna feel the changes coming down.I wanna know what I’ve been

Part Of Me

I know you wellYou are a part of meI know you better than I know myselfI know you bestBetter than anyoneI know you better than I know myself You don’t judgeYou can’t speakYou can’t leaveYou can’t hurt meYou’re just here for me to use I know you bestBetter than one might thinkI know you better

Opiate

Choices always were a problem for youWhat you need is someone strong to guide youDeaf and blind and dumb and born to followWhat you need is someone strong to guide youLike meLike me If you want to get your sould to heavenTrust in meDon’t judge or questionYou are broken nowBut faith can heal youJust do

Prison Sex

It took so long to remember just what happened. I was so young and vestal then, you know it hurt me, but I’m breathing so I guess I’m still alive even if signs seem to tell me otherwise. I’ve got my hands bound, my head down , my eyes closed, and my throat wide open.

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