Circle Of Dead Children – 10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes)

Spit slides like sludge from the lips

Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance

I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile

Ripped apart in unequaled confusion

Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Put me back together

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Put me back together

Split apart at all the vital seams

And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink

Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity

It

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