Broken glass in the vein
Children crying, not the same
The war inside tore them apart
Blood on the canvas, abstract art
Rip my body from my soul
It's like a curse I can't control
Only for me to rearrange
But I can never truly change
So I bleed my pain
There is little to gain
A queen without reign
Is like a horse that is lame
No purpose
under the surface
Of this pale white skin
Life is a race I can never win
So pass the bottle, pour me some gin
My only release is my desperate sin
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Pour Me A Glass
PoetryBroken glass in the vein Children crying, not the same The war inside tore them apart Blood on the canvas, abstract art Rip my body from my soul It's like a curse I can't control Only for me to rearrange But I can never truly change So I bleed my p...
