every word that leaves your venomous mouth, I
will battle my way out of it, I
will show you how it's done
I don't have your scars, memories
or much of it at all, but
I can still see stars where
they're meant to be. They only seem
lonely to you.
Fine fissures finishing all that I've begun.
Just this once, I'll make you watch,
staple your eyelids into your skull so you
can do nothing but watch me, gloriously
overcome your quicksand phobias.
When all this is over, I
will come and kiss your every piece of skin.
To feel my antagonistic heritage flow
into your inconspicuous little head.
Wake up, you're not dead.
We've only just instigated this infallible
paradox of needs.
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