Forget the Knives In My Back
Forget the knives in my back
For, in every lonely slash;
Lies the truth like a lazy cat.
Forget! Forget! Forget the bloody hands,
Such matter not;fiends possess friends.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Thundering-black clouds reign
Where my Halo should have been.
Lies lacerated fabics of my skin
Where my Wings should have been
But I am only human;
There's only so much I could have seen
Forget, forget, forget the dripping blood.
Forget,forI am drowning in mud.
In a breath of time you won't tell me apart.
For, blood is red; bruises are blue
And there's nothing new.
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