The corner doth call
To take me away
For here in these dreams
I wish not to stay
heart running over with grinding thoughts
My mind is decaying
Hanging on hooks.
Bloody and broken
returning blank looks.
Misunderstandings drown out by shots
A bottle, a glass,
A knife and a nail.
Scraping and cutting,
This life is so stale.
The deeper it cuts,
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