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a brainless skull tangled with thoughts,
of overgrown moss that had played on my heart, bloating its veins to a green-colored clot. i lie awake. guilt-ridden insomniac, starving for some rest still livin above the laundromat where i can see my breath thinkin about your Pontiac, the one that i had wrecked listenin to Rob Zombie tracks while barbecuing meth i've hidden behind this awful mask that acts like it's my friend a skin that simply copycats our latest social trends i've got a pocket full of witty comments, but my soul will bravely melt these eyes have fallen from its sockets and now i have to face myself the cherry of my Newport sizzles softly in my ears i've waited many years to see the day the fog would clear where the clouds would take a seat and allow the light to leak through and the crowds upon the streets would decide to take a peek too no more self-afflicted blows to these terrific chiseled cheekbones no more fractures to the skull from the smack and dope i'd reach fo' a gorgeous sky had skinned me alive just so it could save me but these tortured minds don't actually die so consider me a newborn baby sorry @MMLP |
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