The morning wakes me
Not so calmly
And it's a screeching sound
Brain dead heart attack
Misty eyed in a ocean of splinters
Raw skin pierced by the daggers of your intentions
Stumbling among the fallen hopes
Broken dreams, trash at my feet
Smile because you dream to breathe
But the stars don't spell out the future
And your black eye is looking blue
Your thoughts burn in a barrel
Complete rubbish
The stench fills the air
Suffocating me
And this filter isn't cleansing your smog















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His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
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