They fed you they watched you they smiled but you could see the pain in their eyes
They said they understood the difficulties how hard it must be
They had no clue because there is no clue
You walked down the only path - in the woods it had always been dark
With your mother yelling no future
Red lips and nosy eyes
The only place left to see is the temple of lost beliefs
Spirits never grow
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You asked for a new hand they gave you a new glass
You said you weren’t afraid a lady cried you passed
Your blood turned brown your teeth fell out
You didn’t care in the first place as long as your shoes shone away
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Dark grease of the metal mechanics
Creating stuff that solves problems should have helped
It didn’t help
The kingdom faded
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One day the child would be a lover a feather an improved version of all failures
She would be strong she would be weak she would have leather on her cheeks
She would be fair she would be cruel she would rule kingdoms made of stools
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The doctors couldn’t say: was it the liver the heart the brain
Or had he lost sight of the shitty crown
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| Bruce Nauman |
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