The muse and I hold hands and watch the sun set
I soak in the carcinogenic dust that blackens my eyes
You say you don't wanna play
Well that aint good enough as a twist becomes
A turn
A twist
Cracked
A twist
Waysted
My death belies another state while a look in the mirror
Will not help me
Or you
As I work in these fingers
Beneath the layers of skin and plead upon the floor
You pray?
Light another cigarette
Do you pray?
Peel the crackled paint upon the wall
Do
You
Pray?
Lick the powdered plaster
From under
Bleeding nails
Taste
Taste again
Can you imagine all this pain and suffering
Taste
Taste again
Can you imagine what you put me through
This is a story for someone else
I wipe the blackness from my eye
I wipe again
I taste
That that is black
N pray
Taste the ink
That blackens
This heart
Taste the ink
Drink in that is me
Drink in all that I can be
Drink in all that I will be
Drink
Ink
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