Sipping melancholy thru a clouded straw
I cant right the ship,
I hope you know how to swim
You
Standing there,
Enough to make the world shake
... I never felt the change
What evils now
undo themselves,
the creaking door
the sliding chain
She lets me in at night,
She has no sin
so I give her mine
this is the Finish Room
I know my bullet waits for me
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