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Scab "what the hell is that noise?" Angst in a can basically everyone else’s detestation of things unjust lives of all the wrongs diverted from the river where Lady Luck drowned herself f*ck ed up properties of the improper judging less d*amn ing more "whatever" wonderful care the most calculated and prolific statement spilled from that gaping hole of a mouth mass produced refuse used only to amuse nothing more but I remember the birth of this scar the badge of honor the victory heavier than lead a body of the dead crusty the broken plate upon my fleshy mind sliced without reason feasible without logic capped irritation leaking from all directions itchy throbbing about shelled remorse no longer a course fabled fingers snaking across the lines surrounding and hounding the mounted prey of impending satisfaction suppressed vexation bottled by a defective cap under the armored filth a simple failure irresistibly painful delightful cringing led by default defiance smoldering red ringed singed upon or maybe scratched or cut picking, picking why entice an eruption the danger of multiplied agony sadistic fingers seeking torture weak trials of dammed up unrequited fulfillment wandering self destruction mocks and taps the wounded crown until breached and its hot diverted river of detrimental red covering the walls of my head another round of pain and care tenfold it hurts a lifted ancient stone that sank deeper with time nearly rooted the deed is done I hated that scab lacking affinity for the pain that irksome, d*amn scab my scraping mind momentary bliss that led to further cruelty the detested grief I sought "logic?" whatever... by eternalslacker |