Conditioned for the concrete
An icy slab of ruptured grails
It grows colder every night
Marinated in sliced animality
Raised with a sense of duplicity
The needles pierce harder
Layer the streets with flesh
The slices grow thinner with every cut
An icy slab of ruptured grails
It grows colder every night
Marinated in sliced animality
Raised with a sense of duplicity
The needles pierce harder
Layer the streets with flesh
The slices grow thinner with every cut
Jaded to the knowledge of flames
I live to be fucking burnt
I dig to find an answer
But its already dead
I only love what I cannot have
I only kill the ones I love
Pray for the orchids
May they be planted when the slices cease
Left to be alone
For one more night in the cold
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