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| Scars On MeRed paint drops, Glistening scarlet dew upon Clockworks of the brain Departed numb. Not a salty pool Of Depression’s aura, Her steady heart Is not torn in half, As children’s crayons, But instead is stopped in Corruption’s traffic. Waving away shivers As though they were Misguided siblings. Stabbing sensations for Reality’s hand smacks you Square in the jaw. Swearing to the man in white robes, Holding your tongue the instant Precaution walks in. How could this be Covered in black Smelling of tasteless regret. Drowned by wounds Deep as your fleece You are the mysterious Prawn of the world, Shaking in empty shoes, Put on trial for letting out The hushed screams Your paralyzed fingers Without the crinkled Baby buds. Breaks. A second, Your own? Ceased babble, Will go. Of your soul. Can mend, White marks, Upon them. ![]() |