Stainless

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The truth kills

His body rots day in and day out

A lifeless corpse, a broken spirit

Never-ending pain finds paradise

Devouring his hope

Hope keeps him walking

Hope holds his spirit

Hope is what speaks to him as twilight approaches

It keeps his hand at bay

While the vein that roams the lenght of his arm mocks him

Every beat a new person laughing at him

Every beat a new person hurting him

Every beat another reason to lower the stainless steel to his wrist 

To finally show that it can be stained

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