a cure

Stitch a soul...blackened holes they fade..mirror glimpse and another sad fucked up day....marry me...bury me..be not afraid of what it is you see through me...drug of choice....i lost my way...heaven sent us to put to rest the pain..scream of lungs and murder guns paving ways for the tourtured young...and here we stand on moutains of higher life....i pass you the knife but dont take your life...fighting sleep and hold to keep the message still burns in me...never care..im still right here...where are you now that you have to face all truths. ...never know....heres my throat...slit as you please and cure my disease...

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[Doll]

that would make a great song. the flow is really nice. =)