We should've bled out
And followed the pain
Through the padded pipe
And down the Devil's drain
We could've formed a pool
With each other's blood
And learned to hold our breath
In our hemoglobin flood
But we just sat there
In our denim jeans
And we let women in white
Sow up our deleted scenes
And serpentine scars
Turned pink and brown
And we missed our chance
To learn how to drown
So we're stuck here
Watching our ice cream melt
Picking at the scabs
Hating the way we once felt
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RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
