stealing the icy



I am crooked, and I still see in spell

I find a razor for over six
hours, and no throat left

peir gets sinking the dead
do I just lose all the ghostly hands

clock would just dream easier if stephanie just
pretendedyou, got the whole pistol expensive,

would coat bury easier to be sharpened to emulate
into old horse.

everyone else come snow over my
children, your symphonies, their hair.

morning is how day break when nancy walk older
when you find for wood to warn you apart

that is whatcorner pretend all about
leave ready for memory

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killing the tired



I am good, and I still get in trouble

I had a headache for over six
hours, and no medication helped

Nothing gets better
do I just get all the bad breaks

it would just be easier if someone just
killed me, got the whole process overwith,

would it be easier to be forced to live
into old age.

everyone else has control over my
decisions, my choices, and my life.

this is how it gets when you get older
when you wait for age to tear you apart

that is what life is all about
get ready for it

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