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with sleek hands and sleeker words, nothing is lost. nothing falls between the cracks, nothing escapes notice. i know what you're thinking, so think nice thoughts, and even if i'm not told, even if there are no clues, even if i don't want to know, the knowledge is lain across my shoulders like an icy burden. eyes taped open, mouth sewn shut, my insides crawl with insight tonight, and theres no cure for common knowledge. but it's so clear now that you are all that i have, and so i swallow my horror and your indiscretions, and watch the hurt lace my drink with its forgiveness.
there's no sanity for the wicked and no relief for the liars, and the thieves are stripped bare without mercy while the heretics are silenced forever. they all beg for mercy as if their hedonism is any excuse for betrayal, refuting nights of passion and days filled with the sinful fogs of delight. no second thoughts, no last words, as the dark closes in and slowly the cold burden disintegrates into a bad dream that goes on forever.