by Cody Binford
(Sacramento, CA)
Where is my knife, eager to cut,
my arm is bleeding, still not enough,
rush of adrenaline, feeding my ways,
scars of the past, never going away,
ideas inside, keeping me strong,
thought provoking, but ever so wrong,
as you can see I need a new fuse,
my body is tired from constant abuse,
there is only one to to save me now,
shot to the head, pow, pow, pow.
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