I spent the morning
Reading my scars
My bastard mind
Is lacking the patience
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To live this brittle dream
That eats away the seams
The fabric of my existence
Slows to a shallow breath
No living worse than death
It all beats away my resistance
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The morning was dropping dew
Like clouds on my vision
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I found this fickle break
Lost, drowning in a lake
Sinking like a soul can take this
A stone to mark the grave
Deep in a hollow cave
This stilted rhyme is makeshift
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The morning was dropping dew
Like clouds on my vision
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Not a single that survived
Who never got revived
Played castanets on my brittle bones
Another thought crossed my mind
That didn't rob us blind
When we never thought to die alone
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The morning was dropping dew
Like clouds on my vision
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I spent the night
Reading my scars
My bastard mind
Is lacking the patience
And slept, my dreams
Counting the breaks
Between my veins
Blue and wasted
