Its a play on words
or a shame to be worse
then any other person you have seen.
Its nothing less then a blessing
nothing more then a curse
that could bring you to your worse
A little pinch here, a little cut there,
A little bullet in my blood system
as i stair in pain
at the bleeding of the sun on a moonlit day and the collapse of a wound that has yet to decay, and the eyes on my corpse of uncare and despare
... and yet wants nothing more than to share a secret or two in the midnight blue walk along a winters shadow of serenity and doom.
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How you feel is like, no matter what you do, you're no better or worse, because you still are full of self-destroying secrets, that tear you apart. Like you can't judge yourself, but only hurt yourself to be judged, but as you hold things in, you can never be truly judged by anyone.
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