Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
She Is Doing The Same
Broken before the answer crawls the questions.
I am blind to loves feelings.
Emotionally raped by hate gathering twigs to replace my heart with thorns.
Fake by day i play real with clay inside the mares of night.
Dull lights beam brightless while my shadow crawls through the cracks In my veins.
Windows are fitted with mirrors to see the i in me.
Lost to the underworld by ways i am scorned to be torn by Sworn.
Rivers pollute salted solutions by tearing at the walls of my mind.
Useless born to every conclusion.
I am not starring down the barrel of my gun, the gun is calling my name.
The bullets i hide away, my brain,
She is doing the same with blame.
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