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another one.... this one's less cryptic than the rest
carrion
rattling fingers disturb the facade
of serenity i crouch behind
a wavering smile and a tic in my neck
give her a glance at my mind
inside is a battlefield after a war
tarnished and smoldering still
bodies impaled on shrapnel and burning
the enemy raping the kill
trying to slide outside of the spotlight
to give my tortured soul a rest
but the eyes of the room flicker back onto me
boring open holes into my chest
the aftermath now is upon me
and though silence has come to my side
its company only reminds me
of the night when my soul slowly died
all of the anguish inside my
channels to the back of my arms
and down to the end where a razor
waits for the final alarm
and as i lay there bleeding
out my wrists, my throat, my chest
i sigh weakly in relief;
now i can finally get some rest
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Your arms are broken!
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