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Despair
Despair,
A hole dug deep,
By bloody fingernails,
Dug deep,
By the strongest of men.
Many hands have scaled,
Her endless, dirty walls.
I bite my fingers in anticipation,
I taste nothing but mud,
My poor, cracked fingernails.
Look up,
You no longer see,
Blinding light at her entrance,
Your retinas are pale,
From months in the dark.
Keep biting those nails,
You might get them clean.
A hole dug deep,
By bloody fingernails,
Dug deep,
By the strongest of men.
Many hands have scaled,
Her endless, dirty walls.
I bite my fingers in anticipation,
I taste nothing but mud,
My poor, cracked fingernails.
Look up,
You no longer see,
Blinding light at her entrance,
Your retinas are pale,
From months in the dark.
Keep biting those nails,
You might get them clean.
Published 30th Jun 2012
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2nd Jul 2012 2:49am
Nobody wins, huh? Keep biting those nails, you might get them clean. Hands stained from the deeds to ease the pain. Addiction and struggle make for some serious entrapment in verse. This one wrenched in both directions at once, the need for release and the desire for freedom. It's a wild trip to get so torn up like that.
