TriggersandBullets Posted January 29, 2018 Posted January 29, 2018 Buried secrets , lie within me Secrets that seal my lips with wires, and inability to speak , like we're on fire In a sunset, on the beach, but there's glass here Glass that pierces my very flesh And stings like a bee Like these crystal's shedding through the darkest eyes I'm here in a room consistent with lies, Why am I the center Too bad it's cold and I'm held down by shackles Learning my own demise.
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