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"The hairs on my neck rose tall,
like a choir waiting for their call.
I knew the moment I could not speak,
when I began to swallow my own teeth.
Once my palate bled down my throat,
I swallowed myself while clinging afloat;
Too long has it been too late,
without the guts fighting hate.
Quite often they would tangle,
so tying a knot I could handle.
I'd freeze in pain so severe,
in the headlights like a deer.
The consequences of your guilt,
is the life you've strived to build.
And every day you wake up with remembrance, you're the reason you won't make it to the entrance.
Whatever it may entail, no matter how many times I'm proven to fail.
By love I'd try to prosper,
and every time I felt my skin turn softer.
Even when my eyes are gone,
to that righteous light I'm drawn.
I would apologise to your ever growing brim, in my words of heartbreak you've learned to swim.
Yet each time I spat thorns on the ground,
in front of you my guts stayed bound.
Your hat is long and stained,
to hopelessness I stay chained.
I live a little less when I think of you,
because of that may my lips stay blue."