I’ve got the cure
To your need
Clean skin do you crave this?
I’ll take you confusion
And offer it up
To the gods of misery
You’re the path to distrust
And shame
You are an old doorway
That’s worn past it’s frame
And if you’re falling
Falling and jagged
I’ll encourage the crash

It falls down
Down with velocity
In me
It shatters
Shrapnel and glass ripped skin


I’ve got the hurt
To your calm
fading blue dead end eyes
Absent of gray reasons
Dearth across alters
Nerve by nerve I go numb
We were broken of hope
And eyes
I wanted a memory
Clean,, new, white, and pure
You’re voice is calling
Calling with ripped tones
I’ll lead you to
A suspended state

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