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Another Common Misunderstood Troupe, Reason On The Edge Of a Blade

I finger paint walls in my blood
caricatures of
smiling families holding hands
assuming I could have that

my shaking digits
slash a line through the crumbling
reality of a folding paradigm
where belief has been gaslighted

righteously so
to the tune of a thousand score
of traumas
hidden under my top
the welts of scars rub against
my affinity for pain

my belief that it's what I deserve
as if the blood beneath my nails
is the dirt of Leda
a swan dancing
on the line of a razor

streaks of
Ophelia drowning
in the past
breaking on the shores of the present
dripping wounds
a painting for the future

and still I want to hold
to my heart the mewling sound
of potential and what it might mean
to guide a life
sacrificing parts of my own
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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