Your Turn
Left wing radicals
Spokesman for my angst
This drowsy rage
Leaves side effects of anxiety
This literal myth
Is far too popular
Disassemble my fingers -
It's an antidote for regret
Peck at my brusies
I'll expel the greivences
Your tribe of devoted puppets
Are amazed by your contagion
There is no deterent to you
This infernal thirst
The mental longing
Warped against the grass blades
Dungeon of your fatalities
Conditioned for your torture
Candy-plated hammer
We interbreed to much
Catch the jelousy
Myopia for you
Spry little death trap
Bamboo grove of mistrust
Inquest over your corpse
You're inhumanly cold
Death owns your name
Pile of my hair
Leave me to
The carnivorous canaries
I'll escape
And invade your insides
You'll feel the burn too
And maybe you'll forget
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