Kold
the words he never told
It
fire he'd ought not lit
Lashes
upon his gashes
Lives
taken by the knives
Edge
leaning off the ledge
Dead
what's inside my head?
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More
tales to his lore
Yes
Take another guess
Sick
wounds he will lick
Ever
addiction's so clever
Love
killing the dove
Filthy
bloody boy so guilty
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Fear
of never getting near
Old
habits like mold
Rope
never could cope
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L abel
the boy who isn't able
O ath
could never stop the growth
V essel
red with a mortar and pestle
E nd
why is there no end?
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