luno sur mia ŝultro, parto kvin

Maybe I’ve been a bit too spiteful recently
These kids didn’t ask to be made distasteful
But annoyance breeds more annoyance
Perpetuating anguish in tired minds

Is it too late to hire you, hitman?
With a tilted smile and a twitch in the fingers
Crawling along my bones and lifting me up
To go to places unforseen and unexplored

Perhaps you have a few extra bits hiding
In your storage that I could borrow
There’s a pulsing in my heart and a beating in my chest
And a radiating epicenter between my legs

Maybe I’ve been damaged beyond repair
Laid out on the table in the back
Doctor, doctor, what’s wrong with me?
Why is this shape I’m in so distasteful

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