sitting in the broken land.

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sitting in the broken land. surrounded by dead memories of lost friends.

family and friends are all dead,

the ties to my history have no thread.

i lay motionless,

cry towards beauty and sonnetts to the grave,

all truth told in reverse. 

the human mouth speaks nothing but an alive curse.

hot may.

i lived and passed along the demons that were tagging along.

chip on my heart where my gurdain angel stayed, i moved on and he left me to my ways i regret the cost that i paid to live in a world filled with different shades of grey. 

red. 

inside mybody and inbetween my spouses thighs,

kill my seed. 

a timeless account of different rhyme schemes isnt what i invision for the other part of me. 

please stay and learn to read the emotions i write, 

to die is the command and i tried

coward

do it.

the devil waits for my every movement.

if i said i was going to help you then there wouldnt be any evidence to prove it,

mutilated faces on display.

i drew it.

nightmares

i grew it

 one day all the pain will go away and ill live in a different place with others like me telling of the different acounts were they tasted shame,

different 

i am 

same we are

different scenerios of how i can kill and how you can cry

in my hand is my remedy,

take a slice

we all dance the steps to dead mice.

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