The 2 A.M Writer

Devil Vein

Seeking missiles from mars

Where the gods of hypocrisy lie

Bust me like the feeble table

Leave me broken and fuel for your fire

So I\'ll burn my vitals for your lungs to consume

Smoke me like a sadistic remedy

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I love the smile you shed on my neck and shoulder

It\'s a mark I\'ll never not notice

But it leaves you a scar you won\'t forget

My teeth sink into your morals

Liquid poison to compliment your anarchy smoke

Influence the blank and violence buried

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With the cycle ready for another round,

I drop you down without eyes

For they are mine now

As she took mine oh so long ago

Plug them into my vacant cavities

There my vision will become 50 again

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