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[eyelidslitme]

cancer

the boy in the statue
in the fallen house,
burned alive and skinned on the walls.
face in the statue in the fallen house
one look, beating whispers in my head.

awake from the dream to close your eyes,
head on fire
in the fallen house.
hello drug children, fixed in the fire
drawn to fallen homes.

kill the dream when love is hollow,
wont do you in the head.

scars flow in his fallen house,
the boy's fear spreads like fire
burns forever in
the house.

running to corrode, he can feel it
left dead and lost his mind,
blood on his hands turned cold
and grows on the walls of the fallen house.

he sings songs for the dead
in his house,
an empty hallway
and his fumes.

fil.