i've tried to mend my errors, tried to all let go
traced my steps backwards, felt drawn to the sea
there's more to find in blood than in the skies
too much pain can also end up to let you numb
Who's there to tell me whats right or wrong?
who's there to make me stop aching again?
I'm to hit walls, crush my knuckles against life
blood and spit are enough to make me smile
A flickering light laughs at you, and so you die
chewing the rests of a immoral society we are:
a slit separates the stubborn life from blossoming death
so who's there to judge me for setting straight my own mistakes?
Author notes
Option five this is.
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