Where the Shackles
Meet the Flesh
Why so serious?
Why feel worse by tearing your flesh?
The hands, closer
Sand lost by the grain
Will you dodge fear under your skin?
Lifeless corpses
All washed by the rain
They can't prove your
Innocence,
Endure the pain of thought
Blinded by your
Lack of sense,
Resistance can't be fought
J.
chamberlain
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