Paint your eyes over to see only the happiness, the life you fought for, and not the one you’re inflicting on the unwilling, the one that will be your end.
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Drown the world with cold and breathe for me as I beg for release. No end will come. Do you hate me that much?
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Convert my life for your benefit, an acceptable sacrifice that won’t spark your conscience, because how could you ever be wrong or evil?
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Define your blood from those who made you, trapped in destined flow but unsure what would be better if you could break away and bleed.
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Remember the silence while you celebrate the pleasure of living, respect the dead as you perform the dance of conception. Live the life they could not.
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Paint skin with a story, a reminder of yourself and your power, your responsibility, your right to be alive.
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Hide away behind ink until your blood turns black and your features are flat. Does it take away your pain?
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Whisper a secret on your flesh, waiting for you to realise because saying it out loud is still beyond me, I need you to take me there.
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Push down on the real and bury yourself in smiles. Maybe you’ll start to feel alive.
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Justify a theft so your conscience doesn’t care about the worry you leave behind. What is it like to feel so light of guilt?
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