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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am the Ouroborus of trauma Thorned scales of each red flag So add them up and feed me my flaws Among clutter in a hand me down bag Let's laugh as I divulge my wounds I look a man but the boy never started A secret shared to see if you think i lie Round we coil treasuring your trust departed My shadow gives me shade to dance All pain is a song, a cacophony of tears Don't have no equal, no good soul romance Eternal doubt with passed generational fears So for cycles, I eat my tail to share my tale Only you can read my diary stained heart Wretched pages leave fingers stained black Even then torn stories, were stories torn apart Still I lose my deja vu when I'm fake Paused then comes back, so is my path Intermingled weaves through them to me Neglecting you is our well honed craft Now I must bare my unhinged maw Into me goes all of your guilty plate Please Let me eat your unfulfilled cake Swallowing the weight that breaks Entitled like germs I endure it all Wishing to crave the unwanted survival Offering only jokes and charming words So all Hail regret, long live its revival Eternal pain as my constant meal Do let my story bring sad raised mugs A cycle of lessons never heard or learnt Mostly swept, carefree, under old rugs Roaming is a man, never really here Alas he died along time ago i dream I chase the thirst of languish in easy pipes Loaded poison for a heart broken fiend And its the ouroboros, son and daughter See that my seed genes aren't seldom, To them i say if your lucky my dears, I hope my dna won't get to haunt them
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