the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
it burns it burns where your hand meets my skin first, second, then third degree your fire meets my skin and you watch me go down in flames
you don't care if my skin burns or not you just hit and hit and hit you watch me cry and mock my frail voice created by the pain you inflicted
you're supposed to love me but you don't you're supposed to care for me but you don't instead inflicting wounds the world will never see
they said Jesus will fix you but he doesn't he doesn't come from heaven and change you they said love would change you but it didn't i've long grown tired of wasting my love on lost causes
but your hits awake the demons inside aching for sweet revenge but they say to not retaliate so i will continue to sit still taking your hits like fiery snakes that slither on my skin first, second, then third degree as you watch me go up in flames from the pain from your hits
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