Sunrise bled into sunset
The water turned to bricks of salt
My clothes disappeared from the rays of the sun
Hunger became my default
Tore my pride to stop the bleeding
It clogged the wound
But not the needing
No one can see
No one can tell
But what of my gods
Who can send me to hell
I fell victim to sin
As the pieces got scrambled
Odds to my belief in hand
And started to gamble
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Born to Die
De Todo"It's just words on a canvas." They said "Oh, but it's so much more." I replied.
