Injustice in ancient summer plays
Of just two proud feathers wired
Both refusing to be ruffled
By the zephyr that transpired
Just two proud idiots
Who can't pick up the pieces
Thinking it will hurt them bad
They don't wanna play hostess
So they just step on it instead
And fucking bleed out dead
Carving stars into their throats
On the razor blades they choke
You ask to forget it all forever
Why, what's so good about it?
It's nothing but stupid lies
Inject your usual ante of shit
Accentuate your faults and pose
We're both the victims here
And don't you miss the arrogance
The thrill, tasting that fear?
The conversations that ravelled
About the scars that don't give a damn
None of it even mattered
But at least there was someone
So please don't let me forget the days
I don't want to simply erase it all
But if it's that easy for you to blot it out
Maybe it was best for the mirror to shatter and fall.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
