I asked for help,
no-one gave me love,
and now for all these whelps,
I pay for them in blood,
I shout and shout,
but not a soul listens,
now my scars mount,
and my arm still glistens,
how could you think-
that I was okay?
how could you think-
my mask does not fray?
and when I give in,
I hope you see that day,
because I assure you,
you'll damn-well pay.














Devious Comments
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There is a chain of purpose that leads to nowhere but to another link, each link exist for the next link, and that link for the next. It leads to nowhere or some cycle with no real ultimate outcome.
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