so stuck and caught in old need to’s

and new original sin

no way to escape from this hard knock life

wouldnt know where to begin.

want a hand, a fist, a heart

a kiss to bring me life

while i alone, make this bed

and sharpen this bone hewn knife

confused at best, bitter at worst,

dont want the pain or regret,

i hunker back down and tuck it all in,

and lay on this life that ive set.

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