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now that my skin

is cool to the touch

my savior stands beside me

i did what i could

as do we all

only god could forgive me

bright lights in my eyes

cold steel on my back

by the blade I'm so alone

drawer-ed, covered, and tagged

there are things far worse than dying

she is every single one ...

eyes warm with life,

yet cold with rage

her hands play Moses inside me groping for truth

still beating heart

revenge becomes validation