Rose you close like an outlaw
Crying out, ripped up, disfigured
Light through the paths.
How did we get here?
A progressive occultation of all sincerity.
Vouch saving all the lies
As if we could never die
Lost to the wires intwined
Blood on my fingers and eyes.
But it's not the same,
As we cross the line.
Sebastian calls out again
Across this crisscross patchwork.
Black snow falls on an empty vessel.
Crying out.
Not a single wretched thought has entered my mind
from a place on high
despite all the drugs, and all the dreams.
Take no pity on me.
For I am as I will be
No purity, no shame.
To call it a sin, I can't even begin
To rip the flesh from my concave chest again.
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