immortality

vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her

cannot find the comfort in this world

artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers

vulnerable, wisdom cant adhere...

a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...

but theres a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...

as privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show

swept out through the cracks beneath the door

holier than thou, how?

surrendered...executed anyhow

scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on to...

but saw the trapdoor in the sun...

immortality...

i cannot stop the thought...im running in the dark...

coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...

oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...

and whiskers in the sink...

truants move on...cannot stay long

some die just to live...

ohh...

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