the body
My heart trembles in the last of my regretsMy soul is shattering with each fragile step
I want to ask what good this is for me
What do I get out of it? And is love really free?
Unsure of how to ask you I stand there by the door
Feeling each fear pass through me, each sullen dirty whore
Promiscuous and open wide my legs feel finally free
But the legs inside my head, they scream and split my head in three
I want to escape but I don't know from what
The blackness of my soul or my head that slowly rots
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