sticky and reused (with a side of penance) – Wrapped In Words

Dissolve the stitches of aggression as I state at my reflection with hate filled eyes, my stomach (burn the bitches) turns like a boat on a sea of tribulation, my sin sinks deeper within (forward with the saint who sits on my shoulder) blood dried over the scratches of mistaken cowardness (fool), clutch what is left of the water that spirals down the plug hole disappearing like each breath that leaves my chest, sacrifice (a burnt offering) what I can to show your words hurt less (than the back of your hand)

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