Cory Burton Poems

I can't live with you
But yet again I can't live without
You make me crave
for everything and anything no doubt
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Red,
The color of blood,
Red,
The color of my tortured bud..
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Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
It's true we're a little insane
Now that I'm unchained
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These Battle Scars deep in my wrists,
These Battle Scars deep in my legs,
These Battle Scars within my chest,
These Battle Scars upon my neck.
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How red must they be,
How deep do you want me to head,
How solemn am I now?
Am I good enough for you?
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