Monday, January 6, 2014


there's a beauty in my morbid coping ways
you see damaged flesh while i see pain dissipate
for the numbness gets released with each cut
the pain is then lost and I become distraught

for nothing compares to the relief this brings
no music no song no friendly givings
the wounds will heal the scars will stay
for a short while then they they'll fade

and back to the we go through the cycle it seems
of passionate to's and fro's in such extremes

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