chronic_pain
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When the vehicle death comesand my last respect is paidby the ones my mortal call family and friendsbefore my mortality returns to dust Tell my mortal half not to crytell my seeds not to cryfor i am gone for a second waitinga waiting for the prom
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES
AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES
THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN
AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE
THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall