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Pills
Pitter patter goes my heart, lodged betwixt my ribcage,
Entrapped like a feral beast, one that’s deaf and matted with glistening ruby blood, infested with mange
And with an overdose of lethal tarts, laced with lovely poison as sweet and fluffy as cake
It can be put down like the blind heartache it is, swelling within this chest of mine.
In the quivering palm of my quivering hand, are two unsweetened sugar cubes. They’re not fake.
However I’m greedy, and crave more with my relentless, rotted sweet tooth that’s not fine.
Down the hatch they suddenly go, one after another, a tasteless candy ever so darling.
My favourite kind of “candy” every morning.
Entrapped like a feral beast, one that’s deaf and matted with glistening ruby blood, infested with mange
And with an overdose of lethal tarts, laced with lovely poison as sweet and fluffy as cake
It can be put down like the blind heartache it is, swelling within this chest of mine.
In the quivering palm of my quivering hand, are two unsweetened sugar cubes. They’re not fake.
However I’m greedy, and crave more with my relentless, rotted sweet tooth that’s not fine.
Down the hatch they suddenly go, one after another, a tasteless candy ever so darling.
My favourite kind of “candy” every morning.
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