Capítulo 92: rims of irises
Cold
Is my mold that I grow
A cancerous spawn dotting my skins
In the heavy rain I cry in
I spurn
It all - an epitome of greed
The kiss on my forehead is not for me
Only she can taunt me
Debasing gleams down to my feet
What am I?
A crack from demise
Falling under self-esteem cries
Motherfucking trusting hearts
Never wanting more than to depart
From the noises in my head
It's kinda like a death by sword
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