Part I
I stabbed my own chest
with my own blunt knife
As I continued to do so, I realize
Pain is so rife
but I was so merry, so maybe
I would marry my misery with my glee
Let my widest smile be the start of a new me
Set me free
My chest is bleeding
yet I'm still thinking
as that which is required is a willing desire
A measly little life
or to save a life
or to liberate the surgeons from fulfilling their desire
A psychotic mindset that thought but not think
A wandering explorer that walked but not walk
Running away in but a blink of an eye
Talk to me. Question me. Don't think, just speak
Set me free
Set everyone free
let the world see my worldly desires
and sacrifice our denials and make us mad
So force us to collapse because we're all so bad
Let our desires rot as we're bound to be sad
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