Stride for the moon,
Fall beyond the stars,
Upon my wrist,
There are gleaming scars,
Needle sewing through my skin,
Stitches lined in an ordered row,
Life is carefully wrapped,
In a perfect red bow,
I can deny those that caused me pain,
I magination is the key to all,
Die with thoughts of blissfull peace,
Dream of perfection my porcelain doll,
The stars are jagged and tipped with poison,
I guess dreams can penetrate reality,
My head is fill with gloom of fate,
Days beyond lack true purity,
Perfection is stored within revelation,
Of other worldly weeks in brutality,
Mistake and cheating leads to the ultimate demise,
For we have yet to learn the value of sane mentality...
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