LYRIC



So sodden the glance, the glimpse, the glimpse of a life so danced it limps on limbs…

On limbs, limber as glass lips.
No.
Limp with the lingering sips
of a life engulfed in days… in days.

Oh…

Dismayed by a lay, to cease this day
an array of slit wrists I browse allayed.

On limbs, limber as glass lips.
No.
Limp with the lingering sips
of a life engulfed in days…

Oh…

All breaths to sighs turn, how facile to yearn
to decry a try yet try to die.

Oh…

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