Victims Of Circumstance
What could we do?
You and I
Are vicitms of circumstance
Punished for being
Though you deny it
We share this crippled road
Suffer the wound
Conciousness hunts us
We could be allies<
Yet trust is not an option
Spiteful looks
Malnutrition razorblades
Pack your emotional luggage
My back hurts from
the strain
Rotting meat patties
Have their allure
All will bow to the maggots
Give me your hand
We'll pull each other out
Tasteless thoughts
Melted Barbies -
Lick the flames
Scratch my back raw
I'll gladly
Bleed for you
If only to increase
the scars -
the protective surface
Tear it down
Build it up
Again, my friend
Again
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