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emaciated point of entrance

the oldest wound

buried in eyes

the ease of dying

condone the act of self destruction

you’re sheltered life

leaving you in between

hope and addiction

Shaking

conformity and self abuse

its not a fad

devote your self to selflessness

its more then religion

condone the act of self destruction

a ritual

and bury it in the veins of lovers

shuddering on the surface reminds me of you

and how we’ll burn

on that thin border line we will burn baby burn

I feel a fever coming on

what’s always there is always gone

i can’t trust anyone

hit the streets with the cloak and dagger

neon steam on a melting beam

pissing gin with you’re bath salt stagger

Shaking

emaciated point of entrance

the oldest wound

a ritual

the ease of dying

condone the act of selfishness

Leaving you

shaking

I feel a fever coming on

whats always there is always gone

whats always mine is always mine

i want to leave my mark this time