I find liberation in true debaurchery
in it you posses only your inner self
another broken rib from another arrest
another naked woman heavy with leafy slumber
Cherish the loneliness ov scorn and ridicule
those who stab your back, too weak to live like you
their faces would melt, their stomachs would knot
but to you and I such maelstroms are the dog's bollocks
With furrowed brow
and heavy heart
this path I walk
I walk alone
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