Two Lost Chickens Wading in the Bermuda Triangle
Kiss me alive
I feel so dead
Running through the spaces
The cracks in the unknown truths
Fall into the abyss
Of your pupils
Strangulation of the hatred habits
Burn marks can't penetrate my flame
I consume all
Witness to each dying star
I ram into the ground
Every hope
But you
I'll live in your wake
Till I learn to swim again
Teach me how
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