like stories of untold
misfortune and sorrow
pent up like the fleeting
courage to point the arrow
this bloody sword
and the words i can't swallow
hold me down until tomorrow
i no longer yearn for
the feeling of hallow
ive already exceeded
my limit of incorrigible
whom leave me weeping
i am no longer penetrable
if you find a knife in my back....
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