While the muses watches TV I look into the sun
Rape me
Twist me
Spin on me a lesser being
Higher than a dream can take you
Slide into my world
See through my eyes
Twisted in images of fragmented hellions
Leap from me
Flames of atrocities
Spawned
Bleed
From fingertips
Torn from hands yet born
Mockingly laugh
As I smirk a grin of regret
And adorn you with platitudes
Of get fucked
While blinking
I wash
The tears of the sun away
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