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The pain is an itch, the vein lacks pulse,
Ingrained as a stitch, I feign my results,
Insanity relative to the chains I repulse,
Consult my defense as I lay and convulse,
In the way that I stay, every night, every day,
Just to say I'm o.k. is a line in a play,
Bust away everything that can make this charade,
Iterate how I hate when I gaze in her face,
Such a maze in her ways, she burns to the ground,
No thanks to repay, I spurn her renown,
Twist shanks till they break in my back, way down,
The plank my escape, deep brown, black crown,
Make believe with intent to deceive,
As the sins I receive rip skin from her knees,
Kick shins through greaves as I struggle to breathe,
Stick pins into me just to cushion the stings,
What this means is the haze never saves,
The kiss that I crave is the bliss of a grave,
The sirens that sing as I rave spit blades,
So to slip them the tongue is to hang what I say,
Crumbling, numb as I lie in the depths,
The sun never comes and the cold doesn't rest,
Full void, I enjoy the repressed mind sets,
I employ, just as gone as the best times get.