Should Have Bought the Hanging Cat One
wiping the dirt sleep from his virgin gaze
there it was his favourite mock
laughing back
those infantile unfairly tails
yeah i knew it was tales
but i don't care
that unfinished promi
hope that hopped away
god i love the grey
white noise brings no joys
the day his love broke
when just
just wasn't
and good wasn't enough
took a bit out of err ness
Despair viewed from
below
his city of Scars
but not today
he ripped it down
before he hid his weapon
today he made them pay
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