taylormisfitxx

Alarming to the senses
As the scent of latex
And blinding white lights greet me
Withered, weak, and weary
His bones are bare and brittle
Can't rid this taste of surgery
Of surgery, accusing me
Of perjury, like surgery correcting me

I'm bouncing in and out of my body
As my eyes roll in rhythm
And they wish to focus
But they can't bear to see

Our eyes are paralyzed
As your legs are canonized
With the water from these seas
To own a heart that's half of yours
These bones are mere accessories
Well these bones are mere accessories

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