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Bright line symmetry
Shapes of simple calamity
Regurgitated misanthropic thoughts
Like a rag doll being tossed
You thought you'd escaped
A windswept melodrama
Centered inside of a coma
Recieving this dose of affection
From a dissapating connection
Blood spilling from my pores
A body full of bed sores
A cellophane cancer
Face down in filth
Dragging the corpses
Whose hearts are beating still
Dancing around this cold and wet bed
Building the pieces that feed on the dread
Bright line symmetry
Shapes of simple calamity
Regurgitated misanthropic thoughts
Like a rag doll being tossed
You thought you'd escaped
A windswept melodrama
Centered inside of a coma
Recieving this dose of affection
From a dissapating connection
Blood spilling from my pores
A body full of bed sores
A cellophane cancer
Face down in filth
Dragging the corpses
Whose hearts are beating still
Dancing around this cold and wet bed
Building the pieces that feed on the dread
you said I could call you but what good does that do me? punk.
anyway, hope your classes are going well. even if you're not a rocket scientist, I'll still marry you.