s u i c i d e b y t h o u g h t
Scores of fiends no tarry when they wake.
So you must be on your guard,
especially when eyes are
tarred in play.
If I set myself aside for goodwitch glory
will nature be where i left it laid?
Copious amounts of patience, I'm no hurry.
Scars and toys and wine in bed all day.
Hoards of men stir, varied in their bore.
So you must be just like water,
even when the waves must
take and free the shore.
If I wash 'way all my pride on one fools worry
will the courts even exhume my name?
Morbid thoughts, a soul in black, my magic blurry:
in the tub I waterboard my dreams.
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