battle wounded

gonna go get sunk right now

in a bottle of that swift deep white way

wanna lay me down to rot

in that torn bed of blood where you play

tear that coyness out that grin

and dull that false light out your eyes

and whisper slow while i sink fast

in your tragic worn season of lies

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