you swallow me up
you've become my prison
but i don't mind
you corner me
with your verbal storm
but we're both guilty
your language has died
like my heart of gold
but it's alright
i wait for you to come
but now we're both covered
in the blood of our deeds
war has changed us
but i'm much worse
than the shadows that stalk us
you tell me to go
but there's no room to stay
in this pit of wrong anyway
so i drink your life
this is my last resort
my poison filling your veins
we don't care anymore
but you lie for me
so we're both dirty

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What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind