Wet paint on top of this heart,
Cold tears left out for sick,
An infinite Depth for layers,
No key for this locked diary,
Searching for table scraps,
You made me your bitch,
Search for what you already found,
You are an idiot,
Long for the lost,
Give away your gift,
I will write the words to your songs,
Even though there are none to my melodies,
I can not untie the riddled tongue,
March on suffocating in your heracies,
Drain the poris hearts of new beginnings,
Old pain will rust a titanium strength,
Finish me,
I am broken.
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