Legerdemain

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Cold steel throwing itself down my dainty streets
Pale as crimson wine flows like water
I feel empty
As my own thoughts echo through my hollow mind
Bouncing in every which way trying to break out
Causing claws of my own design to dig deep into my flesh
Desperate to rip away the surface
Smoke slinking from my nostrils
As my insides burn
Both from the amber liquid
And the numbing air
Thinking of how it all fell apart
Crumbling like aged pastries so filled with rot
That the slightest breeze ripped it
Until it cried for mercy
There you stood
False joys in your eyes
Tainted love in your heart
With a slice of cold metal
Hidden just beneath
You wanted me pinned
Stabbed straight through
So I could never escape you
I tore myself away
But now I crawl blindly
Suffering from the hole in my chest
The burn on my neck
Bleeding out
Not knowing how I'll heal

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