s u i c i d e b y t h o u g h t
Hm? The ones stepping over time.
Woah, sorry reflections help line
heavy pockets now.
And if the hollow core is found out?
There, a lack of poetry apparent to the blind.
Oh, my remorse manifests
heads with through holes blown.
Despite my going, I'd only be coming home.
And now I would like to bite my tongue.
Safe seal the secrets alive amongst the dumb.
Mn, my rebirth was from
the rhythm like his.
Woke and rose through the cut
when I kept my sighs still.
Now I like to fix my mouth
and expel what of my soul.
Unlike one's sordid spill.
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