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Elwood
Holding the devil’s hand won’t keep you from being burned and pissing into (wet) concrete won’t set my disdain into stone
Bring forth the parade of cowards and turncoats.
Each one wearing the hide of the one to their left
Scavengers alike; vultures waiting at my knees for table scraps, while cooing like infants
There’s acid in everything I say, and Steel plate mail around my heart to keep the lone wolves at bay.
Be trusting, just remember those close enough to trust, are close enough to stick a knife in your back.
Every time I try to speak, even if it’s to make peace, I find fists shoved down my throat ripping away at my livelihood.
Every time I try to relate, I ask for a Capricorn, I get her head on a plate.
I don't mean to be such a cutthroat, but in my experience a friend for a while becomes a villain with a smile
Sometimes there’s just no going back; You bed down with vipers, you get yourself... dead?
I’m setting fire to every bridge, just to see who burns.
I've got soo many fingers digging in my skin, like an army of fire ants. You can pull and you can pry, but you just can't dislocate my spine.
the moment you think I'm in the palm of your hand I become a sliver in your wrist.
Bring forth the parade of lapdogs of cowards; Marionettes with knives for fists.
Ragdolls fill the city streets, loosening hems to corrupt a world view
You can’t see every puppet’s strings, but you can always cut your ties.
so cut.
The six in blade of trust left me embittered, not broken.
With bloody wrists, broken hearts, and nothing left to bleed, friendship crumbles, love falls on crippled wings and trust is the knife in my back.
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