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Guilty Neophyte
Crash, worship pieces of the past
Like broken, painted shards of glass
Wrath, self-inflicted autograph
Thoughts will decay, trauma remains
Time can leave you hanging on a dime
I commit to darkness I find
Rhyme, symbiotic pantomime
Obsession grown beyond control
Tread, creeping slow and in the red
Feign elegance, endure, force-fed
Lead contaminate me again
Right all my wrongs, atone by song.
Like broken, painted shards of glass
Wrath, self-inflicted autograph
Thoughts will decay, trauma remains
Time can leave you hanging on a dime
I commit to darkness I find
Rhyme, symbiotic pantomime
Obsession grown beyond control
Tread, creeping slow and in the red
Feign elegance, endure, force-fed
Lead contaminate me again
Right all my wrongs, atone by song.
Published 3rd Mar 2023
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