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Slight Of Pen
Life Or Death 

Sliver of happy, caught once again
Below fingers and nails, infection my friend
Smiles on forearms are drooling but blind
Broken glass bottles of blood mixed with wine

Untying shoelace, the plot came undone
Pick up my crumple, the ceiling fan won
Lay awake in this spot, recalling that try
Death burdens or answers, both fall from the eye

Shoved into wedges, the next day at work
Stuck holding service for infinite jerks
Kicked in the crotch for a good time by all
Bruised in the head as my brain hits the wall

3 more days inside, cocoon
3 less lives have died, marooned
3 times now I lied, in tune
3 ways done confide, consume

Arise ashen eyes, plentiful day
The covered up scars, chain-link astray
Distressing upheaval, pallbearers and death
Alone now from nothing, awaken the breath

Split my head open to lobotomize pain
Few drugs were needed, only sharp-witted brain
Threw out a sac full of disposable past
Almost slipped on the mess, but I bleached it out fast

Fucked into work day and spat on a whore
Americans were pissed, so I bled on the floor
Releasing a blood clot, that no one had seen
A tidal wave tongue swept the lobby out clean

3 more days inside, cocoon
3 less lives have died, marooned
3 times now I lied, in tune
3 ways done confide, consume

Found a missing piece of myself
Something needy and groping health
Small to gain, it slowly returns
A fragile piece of desire burns