Failure On My Lips
Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
and bleeding out the sun
that's beating down on our necks
and burning my eyes.
If this is a crutch for the weak,
then I am the least of these.
So cut off my arms and break my legs
so I don't feel this anymore.
Choking on all of the feeling
that I'm swallowing in.
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