Weep into a cradle of concrete No embrace from a callous caste Each nearby step a whisper “How did we get like this?”
The hollow space between mouth and eyes The personal, soaked in piss and blood
Do we weigh worth as where we end? A few careless steps off Thought mediated by self-interest In truth, a salve for an insensate need
Tell me again “I deserve this” As if any of us have control Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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