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Blinded by the fool in me

A true lesson in losing

Every second sets the intention

Every second carves your code

Fists full of spite and love

Carve your code

Shoved down and heaving

Bruised but desperately breathing

Blaring numb

Calculating

Shoved aside

Fleeting moments of judgement

Bloody rag shoved in mouth

I’ve gone with

I’ve gone without

Consequences of self

Consequences of self

Consequences of self

The deepest cut

Drag my tongue through broken glass

Fist full of bruised knuckles

Once filled with spite

The hell I brought home was mine

To cause pain or growth

To destroy or rebuild

My tongue is the sword

My tongue is the sword

My tongue is the sword