Around my head theres weeping colors, dripping from the walls.
Showering me in reflection, blinding my sight.
I pick up my empty head,chest cavity full of hope.
All you want to see is flesh and bones.
And I'm your smoke, you inhale.
Spit out your thoughts of mutilation,
Grind into my head the exploitation.
These ones grow toward sunlight,
Still some grow towards the dark....
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