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Dusk’s ink on bloodied cheeks,
A sinner’s show, no hope for the weak,
Cast iron partitions in the chambers of my heart,
Crept into bed chambers to pull me apart,
Liquid suffocation and bloodshot eyes,
Black smudges and swirling skies,
Subtle changes to a blurring scene,
They die in threes, the long lost has-beens,
And farewell is bade once again by a child,
Twenty pills to make sure ‘cause living’s out of style,
And so I make my heart a dartboard,
And I fake a smile to keep you fooled, enthralled,
I cling onto promises from yesteryear,
And I hope, I long to disappear.