Untitled Breaths...
Don't...disturb...the beast...
Tempermental goat...to sins...again I'm treading so soft...
and...lightly compromising...mine...will I end?
Death...upon...the wind
Sight so goes...again...the sense I'm dreading so soft...
and...lightly compromise what...mind...will I end?
I am...I will...some don't...long for...Will I...lay down...play dead...play your tune..In the midnight locked, down, and terrified...You're a deer in the headlights, shot down and glorified. When push...comes to pull...comes to shove...comes to step around...this self..destructive dance..that never would have managed..in mine... prose...nigh...roar aloud...here...mine...will I end?
Will I...lay down...some don't...long for...
Will I...lay down...play dead...play this...
Beat down...gun shy...martyre...there fold...
I prosed...I roared...I am...I will.....
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