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Hole
I looked down at my chest, wondering what's going inside
The feel of something originating there
I started digging with my fingers, removing my flesh
Blood squirting everywhere, my hands are painted red
I held my ART that HE sways the blood with ease
I felt the wave of life swishing and swashing
I closed my eyes and imagined, the flow being beaten
How they go from my head till the sole of my feet
I retreat to the reason I opened my chest
There it was, the black tar, smoking it's last cigarette
We saw each other and we froze for a moment
Then I looked around, invasion accomplished
Then I turned back to him and my look made him laugh; hilarious
He knows I can't kill him now, suicide derailed
But the thing he didn't get, I am mutated
If it ends right now, deluded it's nothing
When my thought reached him, his face turned white
I squeezed my heart tighter with every heart beat, my eyes filling with every pain
There we go, screaming into the_____________
The feel of something originating there
I started digging with my fingers, removing my flesh
Blood squirting everywhere, my hands are painted red
I held my ART that HE sways the blood with ease
I felt the wave of life swishing and swashing
I closed my eyes and imagined, the flow being beaten
How they go from my head till the sole of my feet
I retreat to the reason I opened my chest
There it was, the black tar, smoking it's last cigarette
We saw each other and we froze for a moment
Then I looked around, invasion accomplished
Then I turned back to him and my look made him laugh; hilarious
He knows I can't kill him now, suicide derailed
But the thing he didn't get, I am mutated
If it ends right now, deluded it's nothing
When my thought reached him, his face turned white
I squeezed my heart tighter with every heart beat, my eyes filling with every pain
There we go, screaming into the_____________
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