I started from pebble and rust,
I felt no lips,
I was covered in rust,
There was only darkness and moisture
And longing for a fixture.
I had time to rummage the words,
Time to get even in my head
And piss my own bed.
I had no reason to be ashamed,
Since it was single and despaired.
I had time to become the broken,
Lost in a pile of ashes and death,
Covered in screams and the ugliest breath
Life has to give you for free and to keep.
Oh god, you are neck deep
In this little child’s game of horror and tremor.

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