lost in corset dreams and mirrored nightmares, entrapment tastes like escape as you surround yourself with walls of bone. crimson hope fades to a dull ache that weighs heavy on the shadow that remains of your soul.
you don't care, cos you fit in anywhere; the skeleton key you made of yourself. slain every time by skin and bone with nothing in between.
we'll all be bones someday, it's as simple as black and white. but when there's no distinguishing shade from light, you're fading faster than you thought. hell is here and you're dancing in the ashes. your heart a ball and chain on your beautiful corpse.

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