Breathe/Bleed
Fallacies still adhere to a simple mind
ravaged yet still able to breathe and bleed
I don’t know what I want anymore
sickness still produces the necessary accolades
Silence still perpetuates/flesh still weak to touch
Made it this far but still faint ideals deny my collapse
New morning to break the last weak vanity
To be able to love is such an insidious disease
Youth fades with discoloured skin
Pain is such a feeble memory long forgotten
Trust-betrayed-shallow-inward-pathetic
But it grows weaker
each and every day
The End
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