Finished Works : Death Old Friend

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Sentence fragments
Abandoned thoughts
And broken dreams
These are the tombs in which we reside
Each night coiled in the lose fabric
Of bedding and memories
A child cowering in tantric confusion
The strangest thoughts do corrupt
The pure of mind
The youth of innocence
Expanding the beginnings of villains
In eccentric deliriums
These daggers of words
Penetrating
Manipulating
The conscious thoughts of reality
Blurring the lines between dreams and insanity
They repeat;
                  Death old friend
                    Death old friend
                    Death old friend
Rapping in violent obsessiveness
Pulling one off
Devouring the body
And scaring the soul
Repeating;
                   Death old friend
                     Death and my cock
                     Are the world
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