count the tears that roll down my broken
heart
feel the pain that roams around these eyes
of ice
chain the soul to the gaurd with keys
sugar the sour emtions that flows
witth water of salt
colour the body with ink of blood which
comes from the lips of red
reasons i speak words i hear steps i see
are never opened to the world outside of
my glass walls of comfort and peace
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