I am all stains that you must ignore.
I’m winning, but no-one’s keeping score..
My words leak out, missing gloss.
And it looks like I have encountered a loss.
You are it, your the golden one.
A spider and I’m in your web I’m spun.
We walk past, and I spill silence on your face.
And you pull out a smoke from your cigarette case.
My words are colorful, and dripping wet.
And through my skin, words I sweat.
My heart was neer speachless infront of you,
And i cried all through.
Lame, tears don’t speak.
But my throat is cut open, and words still leak.
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