Empty ashes, this tear has rotted
lust and betrayal, I'm fitted for action.
Psuedo paradise, My slow motion dream
slip silently into this false advertisement.

Quietly wander, a trifle or morsel
a wee shred, a thred
Attached to my....my what?
Shy and timid, am I restricted?
This is where I am lost.
This is where I am alone.
My words sure fall
like lachrymose lead bullets.
I am the sniper in the bushes
shooting dead hearts cringed to the deceased.


Linked to the changing room
this is where you try me on.
Twirl in the mirror and see if I fit well.
Tell me baby, do I look good on you?
never do, manufactured weakly
Back on the clearence rack I go, half price
distraught, drowning and unraveling.
I am naked, I am shamed
I am shamrocks and clovers, fueled death destruction.
I am all dried up
are you ready for me yet?
 
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