Inked (inked) wrote,
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scab

Picking at the scab of your existence…
revealing the putrid and bloody truth…
that is your moral conscience…
the words you spout mean nothing…
when your decaying heart…
pollutes your every thought…
you think your mind can keep it together…
and overthrow your blackened heart…
but the heart is callused and strong…
scarred from years of abuse…
you try desperately to do and say the right thing…
logic tries to take control…
only to become yet another lesson in futility…
it is time to allow the wound to heal…
stop picking at it and except the coldness of it…
except the rightfulness of it…
be the cold-hearted fuck that you are…
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