I stood up and got knocked down. yeah i did it, but it doesn't feel better. why did you cry, who does this crowd behind me think i am? I am nothing but. I'll take the ride for what its worth, put a bullet in it when the deed is done. Always looking for a way out, but here i'll stay. Laugh at me as you please, i will be laughing too.
I take it as a warning, i know whats to come, and im not going to stay to watch it happen. Don't say it, i know you mean it, but it only makes this harder. Don't say it.
Who is dragging who?
I accept my reflection, pounded it into the sculpture i felt that day, and let it sit for all to see, and judge, and whatever you do best. Painted, oh yes, with those dark colors we are most fimilar with.
Bleeding, reds and blacks, blurring the object behind.
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