melting thoughts into bloodsoaked fists
to punch through these family values
she called out with hair a tangled mess
and her lips, as sore as me
we lunged at calvary, always missing
her smile cracking, her hate glistening
undeniable tensions comparing a splintered face
painting the womb of disgrace
its over and through, and all thats left is you
i know that now
but cant comprehend the profound interest
of the truth
i know its you
to be alone in this world with strangers
slowly coming unglued
i reach for you
i know its you




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