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hell
Our bodies mesh in blasphemy
Too filthy not to be a piece of heaven
If I didn't bleed emotion you wouldn't cut me so deep
I could will my eyes not to squirt tears
Stop being a human attached to the sublime
But you pick me up completely
As no one else has dared or will ever dare
Stare hard into my eyes and see past the smile
Into the worms that dance on the surface of my soul
And you accept it wordlessly and completely.
But I,
I am in hell.
Hell exists in that you
understand accept befriend believe complete
touch grab taste use abuse expose
but don't want
me
Too filthy not to be a piece of heaven
If I didn't bleed emotion you wouldn't cut me so deep
I could will my eyes not to squirt tears
Stop being a human attached to the sublime
But you pick me up completely
As no one else has dared or will ever dare
Stare hard into my eyes and see past the smile
Into the worms that dance on the surface of my soul
And you accept it wordlessly and completely.
But I,
I am in hell.
Hell exists in that you
understand accept befriend believe complete
touch grab taste use abuse expose
but don't want
me
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