give/take - Mr.Kitty

In my head, I suffer

My memories erased

In my heart, a lover

I know I’ll be replaced

Expression, muted soft

Through anguish made of glass

My surface made to rot

Its cracks unveil my past

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Close my eyes, empty rooms

I know I might be ill

Close my mind from inside

I’ll go in for the kill

First by rain, then by fire

Return to mother’s womb

I give up chasing you

Don’t lacerate my wounds

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