anonymous alcoholic

Death has a soul

As he rips the soulless

And carries their corpse

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We write out our thoughts

But they are so plastic

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Cough cough cough

The liver laughs it off

For the loss of life

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I feel I'm rambling

Emptying everything to make room for everything

Just talking and talking and talking

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A Hollow man follows around

The bugs of life

As they tingle his skin

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I cant feel my fingers

With my purple nail beds

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I've got strings in my chest

And they're played by life

Vibrating with the pluck of reality's fingers

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I laid upon a bed of lips

Soft, pleasant, and still

Like Venus trap, everything still

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Another hour talks the clock

Another episode and chapter chapts my eyes

As they grow tired and droop to my pillow magnets

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Waking up to the big white wall

Fallen down through my empty call

Never understanding what I'm gonna do today

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