crystalline.
When the numbness is through with you,
You and all your hearts, swear to god you feel nothing, swear to graves you want nothing and
still the prick of the single thorn brought you back squealing to the ground screaming again and again.
Wail and cry and scream and shout you’ve covered all
only finding what you want gone is the start of it all
Open your closed eyes child, your wish is done your arms are cut. Sleep child without feeling,
sleep child in your rocky tomb of glass. Sleep and be gone.
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