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break down.

rewiiired

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Chew on thoughts
for lunch until they're mush.
Crack the books for a spiritual band-aide
for the hole in my universe,
I really want a new way to heal,
but all I see is an emotional crutch

that's breaking down

an emotional crutch for limbs
that have lost all feeling.
Still I'm standing, never been
one for kneeling, the wind
of fate will have to blow

a bit harder for me to fall into
the frigid, dark forever
inside this open, hungry grave
reserved for dead dreams
that rest in pieces.

I'm breaking down.

I could take the pill again,
embody the inner child again,
but nothing's for free, would I
pay for it with my sanity?

Feel like I'm going to explode
and implode simultaniously, I
haven't had sex for months.

I really want an open heart
and a peice of mind, but I'd
settle for open legs and
just a peice,

how did it come down to this?
Desperation, trying to keep a fixed
eye on the values that are fading
so swiftly into the distance?

Breaking down to instinct,
breaking down to need,
pathetic, I've been begging,

there's got to be

a higher way to bleed
out the dirt and heal
the wound forever...
 
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