The 2 A.M Writer

Distorter

Kill the cell and insert the virus

Bleed the gums and sever the teeth

I don\'t get your consensual injection

I don\'t get your view of the paper

I don\'t feel your pulse

So am I the wrong one?

Do I need to rewrite my circuits?

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So I join my own flock of doves

They seem without fangs and claws

But soon they too, even morph

Turning from blankets to poison

Confuse and drain my brain

God am I too weird for weird?

Why am i still the black sheep?

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Brink of my ship

Voluntarily walking the plank

To the sharks I call out

But even the waves can\'t understand my pitch

I will out a final trend

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