some things
cannot be gleaned from books some things are learned in blood anyway
the lights are going out now
and I’m pinioned to my cross sweet
mother of heaven hear me in my time
of need let me cast one last spell channel my pain into something beautiful
I’ve nursed
one disaster after another and there
are terrible confessions hidden behind my eyes coz I bent myself outta shape trying to satisfy the needs of
others now I require something for
myself don’t judge me I’m
not stoned I’m just tired fatigued by the extremities of being I
know I made a cunt of myself but I
didn’t mean to prick anyone else with this crown of thorns
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