me dying light dims the mind,
alcoholic spirit that lies within me.
My soul is kept in a shell of flesh & bone.
I have cut my hands to stop fighting
but my mind sings a romance to freedom.
Falsehood
soul my love lies in a tomb cardboard.
Fables collected in a book,
tales of lusty women and principles unhealthy
times of war and false feelings.
Truth dies in a bed a virgin.
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