Piano sings a song to me-
I remember. Did you hear
That sound come from
Her mouth? Tear drops
Running away from hell.
We thought we'd never
Be able to tell.
His veins came
To the skin, bulging,
Twisting. Red hot
Anger around his face.
Did you smell the
Herbs come from
The kitchen?
Baby took a hit and
Stuck mine into her
Arm. I said-
Someone said?
"I made this one
Even stronger."
She smiled like a dog
So pitiful. "We don't care."
But now on foggy days,
With the music twisting bout
My face. I still feel her blood
Upon my hands.
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