I choose to be a perfect replica of pain.
As I dived hemad first
Only to catch myself bleeding
Maybe it was just my subconscious pleading
Cause,
I forgot
how it felt
When the dagger plunged deep
Or when I jumped onto retrograde train.
For backwards,
I saw time riding upon my soul
Cutting out on angels
Ready to deliver my smiles
Arming up with a pick
Straight into the devils mine
Hoping to find mine
A gem that was never mine.
For I altered my heart at the seam
Hoping to mend us
And caught a flight to cloud 9
Only to find myself chucked out of heaven before 9
Straight to the pavement splash
Where I choose to be the perfect replica of pain.
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