Goodbye to his starving concrete male lows Resign all need for bargaining with an open door To a closet full of all the things he wrote as a kid I cant believe what it did Whole arachnideyed spinnerets form the motive slips The bugs become the end, they eat you Glued by the palms to a dinnerplate passive meat Shrewd likeness arms him like a runaway, rampant glories Nothing short of a forceddrum drama vibe wished goodbye The knot that never comes untied Leaves feelings I know someone else has lied About who you are and what you know The whitest lies are blinding snows Eyed in the mockery of his prey Fevered company with an array of wretchedlooking Sister faces, breathing the air of scare and tyranny He hunched right over, for me to use his back and write Out the eviction notice from my heart no remorse The Is were dotted with poignant stabs All the things that I wrote as a kid I cant believe what it did to you Low and behold, the end of our rope is a noose I chased him right back into eternal peace And sealed that closet door
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