i never forgot him. im finding it hard to trust you.

I'm very fortunate indeed


as one single eye of mine peers unblinkingly through my bangs


my forgiveness tastes ever so sweet


the ghosts that swarm that town so far out cry loud


those lying voices sound 


look, it's not my place


it's not my body


was that day so far long ago true


did i truly not trust the truth


was I too scared to?


Im ready to swing the axe down


yet the weight pressing on my grasp never gets any lighter


god,


man, you make me sick.


how much longer can I hide my eyes behind my bangs?


if I ever saw the truth, if I ever fucking saw the truth as it happened


I'd rip you to pieces right then and there



god,


man, you make me fucking sick.

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