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Seven Ways to Die Seventeen Times.

My Steadfast mind
Watches the war
Unfolding slowly
 
I'll sneak in your home
In December snowy
And the bitter cold
Will be the furthest thing
From your little mind
In its survival mode
 
We'll go over psalms
I'll keep you calm
With a four inch blade
That gently hugs yout throat
And lo! To be a housefly
Watching us lose our minds
As I attempt to not consume you
And try to not entomb you
 
 
We're merely butterflies
Without wings, we grew them
We cut them off and tossed them
Too attached to our state
Morose and grey
To ever save
Anything of beauty or grace
 
 
There are seven ways to die
I've tried each one seventeen times
I used to live in the bottom of a bottle
Homeless and wretched
I thought of you cold and naked
Soberity came with spring
Convoluted emotions sang
Songs out of tune
The raging of a deranged man
 
 
I know only happy people
With gleaming white smiles
That speak to an ignorance
If not a heart of guile.

 
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
Published | Edited 22nd Aug 2018
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