i want to show you

the insanity that are my words. my mind. in my box i show you secret secrets.

hurt me, make me, cut me, change me

but be in me who i want to show you

there are some things i cannot hide

but i am underneth the frown of a world

and you shall never see this of me

my words are hollow, so eat them

in my box i show you secret secrets

i horde them all and store them

they are mine mine mine

and you are i dont what you are

the march continues and i slow down

past me, the sea rages changing

i want to stop, the spinning hurts

and i am round and down and here

oh the hurting goodly

it feels like nothing nothing

you are nothing, dirt dirt dirt

life is life is life is life is life is

i love life, let me state that right now

but if in the moments of the darkest night you feel the pressure and its comming together the hurting children on the streets of s**t and the comming together of the mothers whoring in the early morning light and the people dying in the gutters of your mind and the pain of no one loving the unborn people flowing into nothing and i stop to breath and it all comes in to this moment of hurt hurt hurt

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[Alz Alz]

i really liked this! Well written, i enjoyed reading this.